The weather and my mood were both a bit autumnal today, and in keeping with that I found a number of Shieldbug nymphs and Opiliones around the garden, but very little else. This Green Shieldbug nymph was nestling in a seed head of the soft rush in the wildlife pond, which as they’re flightless at this stage, rather begs the question of how it got there. I’d have spent longer trying to puzzle out the answer to this if R and I hadn’t had an appointment to keep over in Warwick.
This evening H (who’s currently getting into playing the kind of classic songs he was almost certainly born knowing) sent over an MP3 of an improvised lullaby L had recorded the Boy Wonder singing to the Baby Brother, to which he’d added a piano accompaniment. It sounded like something from a 1940s film – think It’s a Wonderful Life – and reduced the grandparents to complete mush. When the Boy heard it he looked equal parts proud and embarrassed, but we haven’t yet had a review from the Brother.
R: C4.
