Last poppies

These survived the big cut today, an activity that took up most of a sweaty morning. Cloud cover this morning meant that work outdoors was feasible, but uncomfortable.

Now dual panic over my unpreparedness for visitors arriving tomorrow, plus a mysterious CarbBoy sore tummy. But I managed a 1 hour 40 minute phone call with my Mum (our relationship is on a more even keel now) and earlier Mr B and I planned the rest of the year, so that seems like enough for one day.

Another barbecue in the garden this evening, and tomorrow Mr B will have flown the nest and I'll have to feed myself.