Oh god, I’m so tired.

And I cannot find the camera cable. I have a slew of excellent pictures to show you, punctuating my (probably kind of vague and wandery) post – except the phone just rang, and taking the opportunity to drift around while talking, I found the cable, right where I thought it would be, on B’s desk.

It's not the heat, it's the insectivity.

It's not the heat, it's the insectivity.

The morning after the first hot day we had this week, I came downstairs and after freaking out at the vast numbers of small, scratchy, Christmas beetle like, yet not Christmas beetles beetles on every surface downstairs, including caught in my dishbrush and scratchy thing, and skittering around in the bottom of every single cup or dish, this monster staring at me from the shelves was just too much, and I scooped it into a bucket, and put it outside. I never saw it again, thank goodness. Do you know what it is? It’s like a grasshopper, but not a grasshopper, a strangely repulsive, gelid brownish green, with really enormously long antennae.

simba

This is really just so you can see how pretty he’s looking. And you can see the scars left on his nose by Rosey’s little terror. Poor old Sim, he wants to be friends with everyone.

Three in a row.

Three in a row.

Constructed by Gus, styled by his mother. Good, aren’t they?

Do you know what this is?

Do you know what this is?

I have a lot, I mean a LOT of roses in my garden, let me see if I can give you a quick rough count…seventeen types that I can think of off the top of my head, and this one is by far the most wonderfully rosey and seductively fragrant. Is it the apothecaries rose?

Making a Quick Escape

Making a Quick Escape

One grey and drizzly afternoon, while waiting for Tanya to visit, I was staring out the window at my roses, when I noticed a spiny little chappy snuffling about under the something tree, amongst the withered bluebells. I grabbed my camera, and took a series of badly framed and unfocused pictures of this wonderful Australian, who I fervently hoped would set up house in my front garden. This would have been even better than the tortoise I so desperately covet but won’t ever have. And of course, neither do I have a resident echidna, as you see it’s eventual departure across the road.

It's a cold, cruel, hard old life.

It's a cold, cruel, hard old life.

Looks peaceful, doesn’t he?

It’s getting hotter, and I want a drink, and the kids are squawking, so I’m off. Keep cool!

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