Bizzbuzz lives to fly another day.

 

He had been warned about it many times. "Stay well away from those human dens! You might find some left out food, but it could be a Christian den. They love to kill us with salt guns! They love doing it, even though we're supposed to be God's creatures too."

Bizzbuzz saw the open door and had passed through it before he realised. He surveyed the immediate area and stayed closer to the ceiling. "Keep the noise down!" he urged himself, but flying was not a quiet procedure. Especially under stress. There was a human sitting by a lit up screen. The human didn't look around. It seemed focused on the bright screen. There was no sign of a bible - a book with a big cross on it. 

Bizzbuzz had lost friends and family in a nearby area called Moera. Flies knew to watch out for that book with the big cross. It had meant death for many of the clan.

"You should get one if those salt fly guns from mitre ten; they make having flys fun."

Rich:

I eventually managed to get the fly to safety. He settled down near a window. I opened it and he escaped.

* * *

I finished cutting my front lawn yesterday, though there still is a bit of the back lawn to do. When I cut the lawn a few birds often show up. They're evidently after grass grubs, or something. I should tell them that I can just get Rob around with his salt gun. I guess the birds are just after food. I wonder if Rob eats the flies he kills?

Moving on.

I practised for one hour and fifteen minutes yesterday. The hands seem to be settling down a bit. I'm not sure what I'll play at Sunday's concert yet. Maybe I will play the OBS? I need to have a good practice today. Start slowly. Long bows and tone and intonation. Then atomic habits. They can include some hokum bowing. 

I slept in until nearly 6am this morning. I did have a quick look at Rob's latest post, as has become the habit. Peter left a short comment just after 5am. "I'm really fired up and looking forward to my RBB tour. Can't wait to get into that malarkey Nissan Note!"

Lucky boy! It could be
more fun than killing flies.

Actually Peter, 'malarkey' is a noun and not an adjective. What did they teach you guys in 3P?

Ah, ita. Latina tantum et quomodo sacerdos fieri.

Fair enough, I suppose. If you do get back into the faith, just go easy on the flies.

Memento Deum quoque muscas creavisse.

That's it from me.

Ciao e sii gentile.