Vine meal

Despite the heat, the vines on the terrace continue to grow at an alarming and hair snagging rate, resulting in lots of prunings for the bunnies to devour.

Work occurred.  Ready meals were consumed (but have left me feeling rather poorly, so I think I will get back to proper food).  Am very bored with no-one being here, though I managed to keep my efforts to make the gardener talk to me just the reasonable side of weird and needy (I think).  

Long call with my Mam in the evening which, despite the long fight in the middle about Brexit, she pronounced a lovely chat.