It's got worse. And a bit better.

Initially, I was delighted to see the crows overlooking my back garden...

The remains of an unfortunate pigeon.

How much time have I spent in this kitchen over the past 23 years? All bar a few weeks I have been here alone. Sure, friends and family...

The tree surgeons have been.

Tiny fire supplied by kindling as I'm too cold to wait for the coal to glow.

See the gap in the middle? That's where my motivation should be.

The nest of a reed warbler. The birds had left it - no homeless warblers!

Like doing the invoices at the end of the month. Like reading philosophy books and papers. Like throwing the scrunchy 'Grumpy Cat'...

'Cos I sure don't!

The clock is home time two nights/mornings in a row.

...I will have a usable office.

You know I have a problem keeping to the straight and narrow.

I wanted to kidnap these two. Well, the little brown and white one anyway.

...after a day of toil.

The first basket I've actually bothered to make.

Flowers from the garden, where I see robins in the flesh and feather.

See how the older rose has faded but gained some rather fetching freckles.

...maybe I'll have two families in my garden.

...in my Viking dreams.