Yikes. Giant moth-thing has invaded my flat. I don’t really mind moths, actually, but this is big enough to make me majorly jump whenever it swoops into sight. Here’s to hoping it finds its own way out the window (which I keep open at night, fresh air and all that, you know), rather than invite a couple of its friends in for a party.
Ah, well, I prefer moths over bees/wasps any day. As long as it doesn’t get too crowded.
I think I’ll call him (it might be a her, well, never mind) Fitzwilliam.
Music in the room: A Little Time (Beautiful South)