Liv’s chillies:

Mama’s grapes:

And my Hawaian lettuces:

I heard myself pontificating on how few marauding pigeons there were about the place these days. I surmised it must be due to the psychic reverberations through the ether after my having caught and killed several birds, slicing their breasts from their bodies while still warm in my frenzy, before frying them in butter.

At that moment, a faint fluttering to my left betrayed this fiend sitting on a single egg:

And then, incredibly, on my right, though more difficult to see, another of the same ilk keeping a couple of scrawny chicks warm:

Both are within easy reach … is this a test?

He said: “We can’t sleep at night because of the vuvuzelas. People start playing them from 6am.”

It certainly didn’t affect England, though. They played as crappily, throughout, as they usually do, with wonderful displays of possession, most of which might as well have terminated in a back pass to the keeper – as they often did!

Blossom

Overkill

Pour arranger la bouche:

:

Minion’s new lair:

Hair stylist:

Shed destruction:

Charlie, Rosabelle and Mamichou:

An isolated fingerpost:

Picking wild garlic:

Apple blossom:

Lettuce salad:

Rickety swing:

Dandelion:

Gone to seed:

Clearly, my civic duty is to spoil my ballet paper.