Now that the freezing weather has returned to the normal damp and chilly greyness of a Bitish winter, other things are returning with it. Last night was this years first excursion of the Saturday Singing Club, another bunch of youths determined to display their acne to everyone as loudly as possible. Cars and vans have taken to driving quite fast again too, now that the roads aren't as slippery as they were last week. Even on a quiet Sunday morning I had to dodge a couple of drivers who clearly have no intention of letting such things as pedestrian crossings get in their way.

It wasn't all fun and games. During the dark hours of yesterday evening I heard the most atrocious noise out back. Sort of a cross between a young child on drugs and a pig squealing. If I'm not mistaken, that was one of our local foxes, though what drama brought on that stressful performance I have no idea.

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