Moorhens, habits, podcasts and King Lear

The moorhens continue to fascinate. Many of the “smudges” (what the wife and I call the babies, all black fluff and sphericality) seem not to have made it to adolescence – “nature red in tooth and claw” and all that).

I am back in the habit of morning yomps (weighted jacket full of coins and a small backpack with some bricks) along the canal, and listening to a bunch of podcasts while throwing aquatic birdfood to the aforementioned moorhens, and swans. But I am supposed to be doing more narrating into my voice recorder, and have been neglecting that. So I reached for a high-tech fix – scribbling some notes to prompt myself. And it worked!

Finally, on the King Lear, the Wife and I went to a fun am-dram last night “A Bunch of Amateurs”…