Smash and grab.

My Parents are fanatical bird watchers and feed their wild birds well.
Smash and Grab here, also like to fill their pouches with their nuts.

Where's my *******gun.

The dilema of the blipper.

A snow shot with squirrels.
Is it as bad as the cute kitten shot?
Or equal to the emergency flower blip?

You know what, I don't care.

After another shift at the parental abode, I needed some light relief.

My Dad had called us yesterday to say their heating had packed in again. I had of course had them freezing to death overnight in their beds. So when Dad told me he got up at 03:00 hours and climbed into the loft to drill, yes drill a hole in a pipe and sorted the heating. At 82, that takes some doing. But I could have shot him for taking the risk on his own.

Anyway, heating sorted and house a wee bit tidier, I left to limp home. My back didn't enjoy it at all.