The Last Of The Last Of Summer

There is nothing else left to pick in the garden.  Except your nose, perhaps, but that's not something I want to encourage. 

It was gloomy here this morning as we waited for the blokes to arrive to continue building the bathroom.  They arrived an hour later than expected - communication is not a strong point in this project.  Had a potter around in the bathroom and then after applying something really stinky, they announced that nothing could be done until Monday and they offgebuggert.

We were happy with that - would have been better if we had known yesterday, but we were happy with a day of quiet.