Figs

We spent the morning and a fair bit of the afternoon raking up excess apples and pears and cutting the grass, all three quarters of an acre of it!  If you have IBS you will know what it is.  Mine has kicked in big time. Probably as a result of the recent stress.  So, figs are not on my agenda, but a kind neighbour (Claude short for Claudette) handed us some over the fence.  We snoozed in the garden for while and, whilst Naomi did some cleaning, I assembled the first of the bathroom cabinets.  Progress.