Burny

[flick]

Yesterday, there was a triffid in the veg box:


(I was quite alarmed when I opened the front door and saw it sitting there!)

Today, I got an excited concerned call from the woman who lives sort of next door, telling me that her neighbours' straw-filled barn had gone up in flames and so the road was closed. I took the pooch up that way later, mostly coincidentally (we walk along this path most days when I take her out on my own):


Next Door said, when I told her and showed her the picture, that it's the guy who takes our horse poo away, so I suspect it's a good job that we're not yet needing him to visit: he might be a bit busy.

I'm sure that I must have done something unrelated to walking dogs and rearranging horse poo over the past could of days, but I really can't think what.