Oh good. I can add a photo from the little tablet. Slowly Lynettea is moving into the twenty first century.
It is winter in the pond
The fish are still hiding under the plants.
Getting up after my sleep
Checking if there are doves on the roof. No. I heard a bird screeching and it left the birdbath muddy.
I think I will take a look at the newspaper.
And I think I should sit in the chair. A few gentle nudges and a soft nip.
Lynetta: that is where I was sitting, Sasha.’
Sasha: ‘Finders keepers.’
