trim the stamen

8:30am.

A bit like this time last week, the weeWeir and I are preparing for an action packed day.

No wedding this weekend.

But, off out to walk the dogs then some necessary retail purchases - gifts from my team for the new baby Florrie. Her Dad is back to work next week so it's time to contribute the capitalist system in greater measure.

After that, we'll head for the farm for a wee wander and some chat with the animals.

Then home for lunch and some outside playtime, then a bike ride with a neighbour/colleague and his we'an. Home again for dinner with an awake Mrs theWeir who is, mercifully, not working this evening.

Which will mean we can watch the pilot of The Newsroom and enjoy a banana split. Of such things are rest made.