Sparrow Fart

Yes, that wonderful hour of the morning when nothing sensible stirs.

This morning I rose at roughly that time to let out the hens. I fed the cats. I returned to my bed and slept for two more hours.

Tomorrow I will have to stay in the land of the living for the men to come and put together my potting bench.

For which I have no room, since buying the plastic storage box with the two right sides.

Watch this space.

(What space? If there's some space, I can put my potting bench in it!)