Two for the price of One

We've been without a telephone line for a week thanks to the difficulty in getting anyone in the utility world to dig a hole in the ground in case they damage their fingernails. The excuse we had before Christmas was the difficulty in getting their (BT) contractor to write a method statement, this time we didn't even get an excuse.... 

But at least we have broadband and in a few weeks fibre optic comes to our exchange.... maybe I won't drop them just yet.

So I have a backlog of bloggable material, including these two lovely pictures by Miranda. We'd just been drawing animals that she'd seen recently and the Penguin just crept in there, after a sublime conversation about Lewis in a wetsuit.

We are still watching the Blue Tit family and their four young ones as they come back to our feeder, getting more mobile by the day.

Really sad to hear about the death of Abram Wilson, a soulful trumpeter I saw play with Gary Crosby a while ago - London based although from New Orleans originally - just 38 from cancer. What a waste of all that talent.