Fat pigeon made his escape as I sought to capture his image.

Initially, I was delighted to see the crows overlooking my back garden...

...at the cat altar.

Buji managed to get inside a yoga top.

He wants me to stop sitting at my desk. I want him to stop shouting at me.

Divo in goal.

The tree surgeons have been.

My 50th birthday present.

I feel low. Cold. Alone. There is absence downstairs.

Buji loves a box. Any box.

And guiding lights.