Rudbeckia

Wednesday. The end of my second nursery week with the children. Three very hot days. At least we have some of the grounds to play in. And the kids are gorgeous!

Back at home, I changed into cool comfortable clothes, watched the news, and accidentally tipped half a can of cider over myself...

Went to the pub to collect a frozen meal. Asked the landlord if the pub would turn back into a corner shop if there were a second national, or a first local, lockdown. He said he hoped that there wouldn't be one, but feared that there might be, a lockdown coming. As the Guardian newspaper says, it's always Grousehog Day.