Hand of toil

The weather forecast was right for once, the rain stopped and it was dry enough to do some gardening, not here, or there, but elsewhere. Moved a couple of things, planted a few things and attempted to kill a few things. Collected the carpet cleaner and then to the College via Lidl.

I had a lovely massage from a very happy student called Stephanie and then 3 meetings. The last overran, my fault and I kept losing the plot. Some folk spik too much but it was a big agenda.

It was nearly 7 by the time I got home so I ditched the dancing and did the leftover paperwork from last night with Rick Stein in the background.

I pulled out nettles today. The nail varnish is chipped and the hands are still dirlin'.