Evesham Cats Protection, Sunday, 17th February, 2013.

Some timid cats hide under a blanket on top of a bed. Others hide under the bed itself.

Vicky gets to know newcomer Missy.

Guess who's still eating all the pies (yes, it's Maggie).

For a feeling of sheer wellbeing, you simply can't beat a good old fashioned roll about on a slab of sun-warmed concrete on a quiet Sunday morning.

Friday, 15th February, 2013.

Ooh, now this is interesting.

A pair of nuthatches are taking over the nest hole drilled out by a pair of Greater Spotted Woodpeckers last winter (do GSW's only use a nest hole once?). I missed the day that the young woodpeckers fledged last year (curses) but, perhaps, I'll have better luck this year?

Always good to have something to keep my eye on as I take my (almost) daily constitutional along the river other than the rising and falling of its level (it's rapidly rising again. Probably wont be able to walk along it tomorrow).

Wednesday, 6th February, 2013.

Vicky hard at work at home.

Emlyn looking suitably guilty.

Saturday, 2nd February, 2013.

Walking back home from town we spot two of the things dreams are made of.

Tuesday, 29th January, 2013.

The boys at Fields of Dunley like to tease Vicky and love providing her with one of their great variety of weird courtesy vehicles on the days they work on keeping our trusty Lancer roadworthy. Today they have excelled themselves and managed to locate one of Solihull's finest (a Freelander 2 litre diesel turbo-jobbie) whilst the Lancer receives its new sump (blimey, that'll cost a bit - the sump, not the Pride of Lode Lane).

So, where's the snow when yer need it, eh? And in any case we don't even own a Barbour jacket let alone a pair of green wellies.

They're taking the Michael again.

Evesham Cats Protection, Sunday, 20th January, 2013.

I'm in the Medical Centre, me. It's as much as I can do to raise my head above the parapet.

You wouldn't want to go out there would you........

........especially when you know that lunch is served at midday prompt.

Friday, 18th January, 2013.

The 24 Hour News Channels have been warning us all about the dreadful snow that has now arrived for the last four days so the least one can do is go out for a walk in one's new for Xmas winter hat and compare how things are with the dreaded 'Winter of '62'. As usual, there's no comparison. We were dead 'ard back then (oh yes).

At least the river has gone back down now (it'll be back up again soon, of course).

What manner of diabolical glimmie-fungal-stuff is this? And is this photo the right way up? I can't remember now. It's an age-thing.