Knew I was ailing by the way the blobs were outnumbering the things with holes in the top
So with hail storms thundering down outside I settled for puzzling. I was repelled by these emasculated unicorns and etiolated females and their very questionable symbolism (a gift – sorry, giver) but was too obstinate not to finish.
and it was interesting to review the Ladybirds, making me remember the comics of childhood, conspicuously post-war even twenty years on. Also a complete puzzle; good source, if I could remember which shop it was.