hors d'combat

Unusual silence due to slight unwellness; waiting for the magic of modern science to diagnose me. In the meantime the in-laws had me to dinner last night, most delicious (though, oh dear oh dear, I can't drink alcohol - painkillers preclude) Here are Phil and Ziggi, chefs par excellence -

Other news consists mostly of tiny frog watching in the pond (aka Annies bath)

and here is advance warning of my incursion to Fa, next week and on.