Flee! Flee! Radioactive Space-Badgers are upon us!
They probably aren’t, now I collect meself, but Oaf came in through the flap and upstairs at the speed of speed and seems fairly convinced about the aforementioned interstellar mustelids. Possibly a slug looked at him funny.
I woz just dropping orff an’ all…
No, it isn’t. Someone has picked that trashed-up container and put it into the outer box - did they imagine that I’d blame the courier? The chocolate seems unharmed and he’s pleased with it.
DHL have bent a rack-mount PC for me in spite of 5cm of foam padding and another 5cm of air stand-off distance. I reckon it must have been at least a 4m drop to get through that lot.
We saw a charm of Goldfinches, today, of 200+ birds. They were settled on rosehips and I wish that we hadn’t interrupted their re-fueling. Still - they’ll do what they’ll do.