Quietish

 Of course its never quiet here... Jim came and had a serious talk with my computer, the one that needs disciplining (thank you thank you) and - thanks to the good offices of a friend - a sweep came and swept, twice. One per chimney.

There are old superstitions pertaining to sweeps but I can't remember them.

Here's Oswald, still not quite hibernating and below, feeding time. Husks from the parrot feeding bowls are left for the wild birds who throw them everywhere to be eaten by rapacious rabbits.

And people came and went. Nice day. Paperwork for the Carte de Sejour maybe 1% accomplished.