Today is the last day of May ... you didn't really need me to tell you that did you ... but I thought I would anyway. How is the time managing to whizz by so quickly when all I am doing is pottering through the days with all the speed of a Sloth on Diazepam.
I don't know, but bye bye May you were a strange month that's for sure.
The flies are driving me mad at the moment.
They squeeze in through the smallest of openings when you're not looking and then seemingly are completely unable to negotiate flying out through an open window, or the six foot by three foot wide open door space. They then proceed to fly round and round bashing themselves on the glass until they are so knackered or concussed they drop down dead on the windowsills ... relieving their little yellow-filled bowels in their final stress filled death throes all over my nice clean white window frames.
I've taken to going round twice a day with my little hand-held GTECH hoover-y thing to suck up the bodies. I'll need to have a mass cremation soon
That's what I need on each windowsill, a bored looking frog to sit and eat all the pesky little black visitors.
Ribbit ribbit 🐸
That's the end of May then!!