With the "wedding of the century" taking place this week, London is invaded by all sorts of visitors. Some have spent a fortune on looking good on tv, others will have spent their money on getting here to watch them. That much I expected, and also that I would encounter more than the odd random stranger in town - but not that one of them would come into my house uninvited. Luckily, my guest needs no money to look good, does not behave disorderly after a few drinks and is perfectly capable of enjoying a glass of Riesling in silence.
So it was not quite the tiger who came for tea, but still a colourful guest - the ladybird who came for Riesling.
After I had awoken my guest, who slept cuddled against the base of a Riedel glass left on the coffee table...
...she set out to have a taste of wine.
Luckily, my guest was not at all camera-shy and was happy to have me follow her on her mission.
It was one of those occasions when we not-so-talented photographers wish we could strike a deal with the weather gods for better light - or alternatively that someone had presented us with a fast macro lens last Christmas. Maybe I need to help myself here...
...for when my surprise visitor returns the next time.