I worry about the bees and also the butterflies; it's far too cold and wet for them to find anything to eat in the way of nectar or pollen.

Those great tits are a blasted scourge (I know I'm in the RSPB but really!) on and on and on and on.... and we have a rather raucous blackbird who sits on our roof warbling (we use the term loosely) at dawn. More like a corncrake. Perhaps he has a sore throat. Our neighbours' one has a lovely fluid song.

Soon I suppose the Mad Swans will start walking down our village street right in the middle of the road with their poor cygnets struggling along behind exhausted. Why oh why do they do this every year? I've been in tears trying to slow down huge lorries in the hope of preventing a horrific squashing.