'I've got something for you' he said, rummaging in his jumper pocket.
'If you leave it in a drawer it will go red,' he said.
A mish mash of a post this because I haven't written on here for a couple of days but really I don't have anything to say. I've come home from work feeling very dopey - even more so than usual.
So this is a Persian Ironwood tree so named because its timber is allegedly as hard as iron. Growing in Clyne Gardens.
And this is an unusual photo of George, sleeping on rather than humping his pillow.
I did warn you this wouldn't be the most gripping of posts.