My son Baz texted me this morning. There was a photo attached, which he presumably snapped in London somewhere...
The message read: How would u fancy going up this 5-storey bad boy?
I believe the 'bad boy' idiom refers to the ladder, not me. I am a good boy. Needless to say, I didn't fancy it one bit. I am up a ladder quite often, but just looking at this photo gives me the willies. To be honest I would be surprised if using a ladder this monstrous in a 'workplace' situation is even legal these days? Anyway, imagine how knackered you'd be by the time you got up there; you'd need to come straight back down and have a tea-break just to recover.
On a far more crucial note, Steve found a Grey Plover on the estuary today - a mighty scarce bird on the Axe. My response was pretty instant, and I found that other year-listers were out in force too - Bun and Ian M to be exact. Ian always denies he's year-listing, then goes and trounces us all with a massive tally. Still, Grey Plover takes me to 109. There were masses of big gulls on the river. I didn't have much time, but a quick whizz through them drew a blank.
I wish there were 36 hours in each day...
Sod's Law dictates that if there were 36 hours in the day the additional hours would be dark.
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