a little guest

I am sitting at home trying to write a relatively brief report. So far, I've done nothing but mess around on the computer and smoke cigarettes. During one of my fag breaks I was sitting looking out of the back door when I realised that we were being invaded by frogs. There are four frogs sitting outside our back door waiting to come in. It's been raining here all morning and I imagine the damp has brought them out of their hiding places. Slinky, the great hunter, walked right past them as if he didn't even notice that they were there. I managed to get quite close to one of them although he kept moving, so the photo has a little bit of a blur to it. I made quite a sight. Me, outside in the rain, in my dressing gown, kneeling on the ground, photographing a frog. That's not something you see every day.