I was loving the look of those pies until the thought of you missing one of the spiders got into my head, Diane - twiggy bits I could cope with. Still loving the names of your berries though.
Sorry not to have brought my story to the table before now, but basically I have nothing to report really, and certainly not on any Biblical scale even remotely close to yours. On the hot sunny days, I've mostly stayed indoors drawing, to avoid the heat and sunburn. On the non-hot sunless days, I've stayed indoors drawing, to avoid the rain. I've done a lot of drawing.
Other than that, I could talk about football, but have no wish to upset Roger more than his team are doing so at the moment, so I shan't bore about my recent Grand Tour of previously unvisited shrines to the Beautiful Game in stunning locations such as Stenhousemuir and Alloa, along with return visits to Dunfermline and Methil (the latter only marred by what must have been a condor-sized seagull unloading on my jacket half way through my otherwise perfect sunset beach walk back to my car after a 0-3 win)
But all is good, and I hope the remainder of your year is somewhat less Biblical, Diane. And yours a little less exhausting, Roger. Three of my grandchildren are now long past the stage where you have to chase them around, and you just let them get on with the wanton destruction, because your house is in more danger than they are. The youngest hasn't even tried to crawl yet, and prefers to just sit and smile at everyone (I've decided this stage is the one to be cherished most). The older two are now season ticket holders at McDiarmid Park, and even love to go to away games with me and my daughter. Little Alasdair and I are both missing Tannadice already... but I'm in danger of talking f****all again, so I'm off to do some drawing.