We are back home, on the South Coast. A sunny South Coast after the storms of yesterday. I can still hardly move, and will not be able to shop, though I hope to totter about doing some ironing, and catch up on my studies. But Captain Fitness has roared off to look for (and count) the eggs of the rare Brown Hairstreak Butterfly with a fellow enthusiast.
"Eggs, brilliant" I said "That could solve the supper problem for tonight."
He paled, and at that moment a missive came flying through the letterbox questioning my position as a butterfly bureaucrat.
What did I do?!
What did I say?!
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
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