Out of character

Not had much to say today, which, given that I can ramble inanely for hours, is unusual. I've let myself down after lugging a bag of rubbish home to sift through this evening - not in the literal sense, though it is probably worthy of the bin. Or recycling box.

Also unusual is my choice of blip. Nothing exciting here either, though I did wonder why the doorbell was so high. For tall visitors only, perhaps?