The grass is growing....

The grass is growing...
The grass is growing...


...was a favourite whispered statement of Andy, one of my long standing friends from Uni. Nobody really ever understood why he said it or the way in which he said it, but, it's one of those things that remains in your consciousness for the rest of your life.

A hectic day sorting out the detritus that you get having returned from holiday plus all the other jobs like mowing the lawns.

I'd got to 8:30 and not even thought about blipping, so, Tilly and I went for a stroll up to the pond just up the road. Technically, just a snap. It reflects the lovely day we've had again today.

I still think we must be mad for coming back home. Time to develop a plan....