There was a fly in the kitchen this evening. I think it’s been living in the lavender plant on the windowsill. Actually, it wasn’t a fly as such, I mean, not a housefly. It was some kind of small flying insect. But, in these latitudes, I remember auld wifies saying years ago, a housefly in the house at Christmas is really good luck. But I googled it and came up with only this. Central heating, see? There’s a tradition clearly dying on its six feet.
Speaking of flies, this is good fun.