I eat my words

Well, I told you I don't see myself in the hammock for months and then, lo and behold, I am relegated to the garden when Luke is working from home. Having worked hard all day I am not really in the mood to take up my spade so to my amazement, find myself on my back in the sling of warm canvas, looking at a soft blue sky streaked with fuzzy aeroplane trails before I spot a lone buzzard being divebombed by a seagull. The buzzard seems to take little notice and just alters his lazy course slightly. After a few minutes of being pestered the seagull seems to be happy he has done his job and leaves the buzzard to return. For ages I watch as it weaves it's way above the treetops, occasionally hovering over a spot before seemingly catching the breeze and, wings ever outstretched, moves along the skyline. Best bit of 'time-wasting' I have had in a long time.