You know it’s a slow blip day…

… When you resort to blipping your dinner.

I have been ‘paper working’ all day.
Apart from a few brief minutes where Himself asked for my help in fence panel mending.
I got dressed for the job; warm clothing, waterproof boots, protective gloves etc.
He had a plan, which involved using a garden spade as a ‘shoehorn’, owing to the fact that between us we didn’t feel we could lift the panel up high enough to slide it into its slots. My part was to heave on the panel in the middle, to bend it sufficiently so that it would then pop in with the help of the shoehorn.
It didn’t take me to long to decide that this was a bonkers plan.
I offered to make a brew and ring a man.
Himself was made of sterner stuff.
I went back to my paperwork.
A couple of hours later, when it was dark, he came back inside.
‘Never mind’, I offered. ‘You gave it your best shot’.
‘Oh, I did manage it’, he said, ‘it’s fixed, the trouble with you is that you don’t have belief’.
Mea culpa.
He greased the garden spade apparently!

Humble pie for tea. (With leeks).