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Flipping heck but the capcha image on the way into DW was crazy, today. A sequence of three chickens on typing chairs with a request to match the images below – a selection of lions. And a typing chair.
Not only does it keep out 100% of all AI intrusion runs, it worked on me, too.

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I was tidying the back of the car when there was fast movement in the corner of my eye.
I felt my left foot pivot back, brushing over the thin layer of snow we'd had during the night, before anchoring and leaving me braced for movement, as my left arm came up to protect my face or be ready to punch or grab, while my right hand floated out to a guard.
A second before, I'd been clearing a few dead leaves caught up in the corners of the car boot when I'd taken a load of garden rubbish to the council tip  a few weeks back; now I was ready to stand against an attack.
With a plastic brush and a dustpan set.

The fast-moving parcel delivery guy (they never have long to drop stuff off; maybe 40 seconds a house, I've heard) was surprised.
"Whoops," I said. "Sorry, you made me jump." I gave him a big smile.
"Are we Okay?" he asked, staying out of range, just in case.
"Yeah, sorry about that.  Wasn't expecting you." I was at my apologetic but easy-going best.
Hw looked at me.
"Sorry, didn't mean to slow you down."
He took the hint and carried on,m quickly. I gave him a relaxed wave and began to brush up the buts of leaf and twig that had sprayed back into the boot as I'd turned holding the dustpan.

Honestly, one day there's going to be two twitchy blokes who trigger each other and it's going to go messy quickly. This isn't the first time I've triggered by a long way, it can happen standing in the kitchen when somebody creeps up on me. Can you believe that this is actually quite relaxed, compared to when I first got to Britain?
 Oh well. As long as I'm still armed with a dustpan and brush, I should be able to take the other guy to the cleaners. 😉