I finish the ironing - considerably easier this week now my hands have all but recovered from my fall. I toodle round to the laundry room to return my empty bag, when I hear a strange sound emanating from around the corner. I go to investigate. There, in the lake that's recently appeared by the greenhouse, is a blackbird having a grand bath. I almost expect him to be getting out the scrubbing brush to do his back or to start playing with his rubber duck. He's obviously having a great time.
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