Sitting on the back patio on a sunny afternoon, cup of coffee in one hand, a good book in the other (currently reading Dry Store Room #1). I keep getting distracted by all the song birds, so I fill the bird feeder again. In the branches of the large Pussy Willow above me there are a few of the infamous green parakeets of England, I didn’t know they occurred this far out of the city, they usually haunt Kew Gardens and surrounding environs. But there they are.
And lastly, dark chocolate Hob Nobs are simply divine.