I have been busy painting.
A fourth coat on to out entrance hallway.
Which is quite something to manage, with six hatchlings.
None the less, there has been little in the way of disaster.
Until, this evening.
See that black speck.
Bad fly!
He was not stuck. So he zoomed about all angry.
Slamming his painted self into windows, walls, and the coats hung up on the wall.
Then he fell to the floor again,
Picking up more paint.
Little beast.
Tonight, f is for frustration, in the shape of a fly.
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