Washed out

This sun lounger isn't going to see much use over the next week. It is forecast to rain forever (well, until the weekend).

So, an indoors day. Work shuffled variously in and out of the building, but by 5pm I was so bored I went to pick upTallGirl. Later, a chat with the basketball President, and now I have a million new jobs on my list (the on-off-on again gig).

And, until I find my old phone, I have lost our mason's phone number and will have to find another way to contact him to get a wall built fast before Mr B spots that our neighbour's have chopped down all the trees the birds used to sit in.