Coffee time

Put a pot on, and it keeps me going for a while. I love my 1980s stove top percolator. It's one I liberated for just a couple of quid from the village charity shop, a few years ago.
A restless night and an early up meant that I got quite a bit of pricking out of seedlings and shifting of stuff. My back is now complaining again.
I never learn: anything to get out of the ironing!
Mind you, I washed the kitchen floor.