Rusting ....

The knocker on our back door. I can't remember the last time I heard its gentle rap :-(  
 
It could do with a little refurbishment, the door would be the better of a coat of paint ...  Plenty of time for all that, as the weeks stretch ahead with no visitors in prospect and no social life except at a distance.

But, on a brighter note, some rain fell around tea time. Hardly enough to wet the doorstep, but we are promised more tomorrow. TM reckons the soil is so hard that the tatties can't get their shoots through.

Still, we had a Zoom session with the Wednesday morning singers. We're getting better at the technology - next week we're going to try breakout rooms, sounds like just what we need.