Feathered fowl

A longish haul to Ciampino airport, which is quite un-delightful, followed by 3 hours of RyanAir joy. At least I had The Wolf of Wall Street to watch.

Back home I collapsed, nursing a sore throat. Claire & Megan were at Musselburgh. Angus & Ferdi were on the computer. I dozed off to Classic Chandler.

Later, I walked the policies. The weeds are growing. As are the chicks. And the pond.