turps

I put a new fat block out for the birds yesterday. Ever since there has been a battle between the crows, the fat pigeons and the magpies in terms of who can come and eat it. So far the crows seem to be winning. There was also a lovely blue tit but that understandably avoided the fat block battles and came for the feeder that's suctioned to the outside of the window. At which point Murphy launched himself at the window, bounced off the glass and ended up tangled upside down in the blinds. Dainty he is not.

I got a pile of mail-testing items yesterday. Two test letters, one packet to send and four books. One by Ian Rankin. A Christmas-based chicklit, which has gone on tbr pile, another chicklit diary thing, and another that I've already read. So not a bad haul.

Someone has been steadily working their way through my bandom stories and commenting on them, which is incredibly flattering. It also reminds me of how prolific I was back then. I look back now and wonder where all the words came from.

Related to, I will be posting my intoabar story today.

And related to that, how good was the last Ted Lasso ep? Answer was, it was brilliant! ( cut for spoilers )

I can't believe that it's the last episode next week. And that I've only found friends posting about the show in the last few days. Which is totally my own fault as I stopped copy-pasting over at LJ, so a few seconds of laziness has cost me squee time.

ETA: And my