Agreed, Jack. I love to see the images from Hubble, and now the Webb Telescope images.

Gorgeous images, are they not!

When we go to Scotland for our holiday, we stay at a cottage out in the back of beyond. Coming home from our evening meals we have had many crystal clear nights and the sky above us looks magnificent. It's as if millions of tiny coruscating diamonds have been flung over a sable throw. The Milky Way looks a blaze of light, and many times I have stood there, shivering slightly in a cool breeze at times for perhaps 10 minutes or so, feeling a great sense of awe and wonder, especially with the realization that I am the merest of specks, probably not even a grain of sand, in comparison.

It's also fun to watch out for the bats in the adjacent barn. Even at my age, I can still hear their little clicking noises as they wing over my head.

Ah yes, the late, great Frankie Howerd. Always a great laugh.

Amazing what you can do with Lego these days. I used to love going to see my cousins as a kid because they had a huge amount of Lego, and I built loads of houses, but that was about it in those days.

OH has a Lego kit which can make up various mechanical things. Here is the Rubik Cube solving version.

Rubik Cube Solving Lego

Back in 1980 I went on a trip to the US with a group of fellow Barry Manilow fans. The flight home out of Las Vegas was very early so one of the ladies asked the receptionist if they could arrange to knock us all up at 04.00. The look on his face was priceless.

Over here in the UK, during the Industrial Revolution people were actually employed to knock on people's doors to get them up in time for work, a form of human alarm clock. Hence the phrase was born. As it happens I actually caught mention of it as a job at the tail end of a quiz show last night before we settled down to watch the Bond film, which brought this to mind.

In the States, to be 'knocked up' was  getting someone pregnant. As there were about 50 of us, ranging from girls like me, barely 20 at the time,  to women of a more mature age, as I am now, I can imagine the thoughts running through his mind, until we cleared the meaning up.

You can always judge a person, or a nation perhaps, by the way it treats animals. I'm following the war in Ukraine via a few Twitter accounts - defence journalists, military experts, government officials and advisors, and the like. Plus quite a few animal rescue supporters. Over and over again, there are posts about animals being saved, by both civilians and military. The latest involves a little black house panther, on the now famous Snake Island.

"The man who saved him told the story of the kitten's rescue.

"In the first stage of the operation, we took a picture of the island's territory with a drone," said the special forces soldier, wearing a mask to conceal his identity, while the kitten, just a few months old, curled up in his hands.

"The commander saw the little comrade, and included the task of bringing him back as one of the mission objectives."

Was it hard to find a little kitten on a big, windy island?

"We thought it would be difficult, but he found us," the soldier said. "The report we made to the commander after we left the island was: 'Mission complete, no casualties. One additional team member - a kitten called Snake.'""

Ukraine war: 'Mission complete. One additional team member: a kitten called Snake'

There is also a You Tube clip, and in the bit where they show little Snake being first found when they were on the way to raise the Ukrainian flag, as they raise the flag, if you look closely you can twice see just the tip of a little black tail right at the bottom. https://youtu.be/13akSqL3gzY