Flying Visit

I’ll be brief. The daughter called in - to get a bit of instruction about watering the plants. Though, judging by the forecast, perhaps she won’t need to bother. She greedily pocketed the keys though, and eying the garden, remarked that she thought it would make a good location for a barbeque. Gulp.
Later, after planting out some peas, parsnips and beetroot seeds, I enjoyed a lounge about sitting in the sun. But then, it really was time to pack. Taxi booked. Time to get those bins out, a la Mr May. There I hope the similarity ends.