The postman never knocks

An overcast day enlivened by an unexpected visit by Brendan and Sarah. We adjourned to the local hostelry where an ingenious coal fire fed hot water pumped underneath the beer garden tables, making for a delightful and gently warmed afternoon.

And all of a sudden the afternoon has turned into the evening, and I've done no Duolingo nor even blipped anything. There was a new emerging dragon in the pond, but by the time I had a chance to look again all that was left was a string laden husk.

I guess most people put a 'no spam mail or flyers' on their door. This one probably works far better at keeping folk away.