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As per usual for this time of the day, it's a mug of tea.
I'm at one end of the house and Dad (also with cuppa) is at the other, watching the birds from his seat in the conservatory.
I filled up the feeders a little while ago which has attracted the attention of the local squirrels.
Every minute or two Dad invites them 'to leave the premises' in a tone and volume that would scare off a Brontosaurus.
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