I was always very bad at those ‘spot the difference’ games. You know, two pictures that look the same but have lots of subtle difference, like the cow in one picture is black and in the other it is white. I could rarely spot these things and the games made me even more surly and bad tempered.
I was thus particularly pleased to notice that the dead tree in front of my house had been lumberjacked.
Old buddies of mine came on Wednesday to cut it down.