A bug eating her supper. Someone else’s rose bush so I am charmed rather than irritated and so much prettier than a slug. Slugs are the main consumers in our yard. They never exude charm, just slime. A slug slimed across a pencil sketch I had left in the yard recently. Instead of a twinkly trail , she left a luminous yellow stream of consciousness. I pondered the point of slime that is twinkly in most circumstances but luminous yellow on white paper

There must be a reason but I’m not certain I can work it out for myself. On a dull day I will google slug slime and learn something which may or may not be ponderable. I know the beauty industry uses something euphemistically called Snail Serum. I have never seen anything slug related.

I’m just squeezing the last rays out of my holiday sun. Hoping for dry hair before the transition stage of coaches, queues and aircraft.

Paperbacks all cast out into the world of perpetual holiday reading for strangers, while I return to the electronic world of Kindle.

Long before daily blogging became a thing, we were regular Greek Holiday goers.

Covid put a stop to all that and then catching up with far flung family took a few years to achieve. Greece became one of the many things associated with the COVID hangover that we are all living through. Adding Greece as a tag and category in my blogging world feels like an achievement.

Tomorrow I will be back to less forgivable bugs eating rose leaves.

But before I go .