Weeding

A very disturbed night, a late start, and work kicking off the day. Well, if you’ve had a rubbish sleep and you’re feeling grumpy, seems best to lock yourself away with some contract amendments until you feel more human.

Later, TallGirl had a sociable day with a bunch of friends farewelling their German visitor, Mr B and CarbBoy did valient battle with the (blocked) dishwasher, and I sewed a curtain, sowed a million seeds, and stripped some more brambles (but not these teasels, which are too beautiful to weed) from what will be the functional (hens, poly-tunnel) end of the garden.)

Even later, roast dinner provided by Mr B, family chat, and then some very sad blip news. Though I only met Lord F briefly, he was a blipstar who shall be much missed.