WNB?

Wot, No Butterflies?

My father occasionally used a phrase "After the Lord Mayor's Show..." referring to the observation that someone always had to clear up after the traditional parade of animals - and all that that entailed. Generally, 'after the nice stuff comes the, err, rubbish'.

The weather was singularly uninspiring at lunchtime today. Dry, but that's about as much as you could say for it.

Here we have a field. Best option on butterfies was a Meadow Brown, but dull brown on dull brown, was a bit, um, dull and brown.

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The adhoc title reminds me of a report on the radio this morning that was provoking a wide range of reactions.