Frogs and YP's Bootee

Marvellous fun yesterday evening. The grass finally got cut by Him. (Thanks heavens. It was most unpleasant walking through it mornings. The dew made my feet uncomfortably wet. Though watching Her go spacko when She saw paw prints on the carpet was almost worth it.)

He did the grass on the field too. Full of frogs it was. They went everywhere - except one that didn't move quite fast enough. Tasted gross - and I worked myself to a frazzle chasing them all. Had to retire to the kiwi vine to recuperate. Fell asleep and had highly unusual dreams. Now has a big headache.

YP is off to the vet today to get its dinky little red bootee removed. Have kept blue tits organised in its absence but don't expect any thanks. It kept grumbling at me through the window. Obviously thinks it can do the job better than Yours Truly. We shall see.