Sweating It Out

A wake up call from the log delivery man had me up and scampering downstairs to meet him. Lovely man - carried all fifteen nets of logs/bags of coal from his truck into our back garden. Once he’d gone I rearranged the existing log pile so as to accommodate the new and cover with the tarpaulin. Once that was completed with the weedkiller not making much impression I set to with the hoe. I have a feeling that at Christmas I may well receive something like a medieval halberd specifically designed for weeding patios.

A coffee and it was off to row with the “Midweekers”, before we got anywhere near the water we had a look at defects on the gigs, some repairs needed. Then it was two gigs out, ours had a ‘newbie’ rowing do we practised “catching a crab”. I successfully negotiated my drill bit the guy behind, in doing his, pinned me with his oar causing my oar to jam and the whole pin to snap!
Back home after a coffee in the ‘Golden Arches’ in time to spend some time with Mrs S before her night shift.