One thing I don't like about summer time is having to leave the windows slightly open to let a bit of fresh air in.
Someone left our bedroom window open last night. It was like one of my annual roughing it camping trips to a Prog Rock festival in Blighty.
We had 20 minutes of pure rooks prog dawn chorus. What a racket!
Mean while back on the ranch. Or even in the front room. Blue bottles have been playing at Battle of Britain dog fights landing on our heads and limbs.
J came back with fly 🪰 papers. They even came with individual drawing pins or thumb tacks like they say across The Pond.
I attempted to press it in a door frame and had to resort to using a Manchester screw driver (claw hammer) and knocked the head off the drawing pin and had to find a nail instead to hang the fly paper on.
A few swear words later:
Waiting for a fly to land.Fly paper with it's individual drawing pin.