The garden

Only a few showers today and as I write I can hear a little pitter-pattering on the conservatory roof.  JJ and a neighbour are leaning on the garden gate, nattering,, and as JJ has washed his car, I think he’ll be anxious to put it away.

The washing hasn’t dried and will have to be finished off indoors.

I have spent quite a bit of time composing my objection to the hotel only for it to disappear when I pressed send.  I’ll have to start again tomorrow.

This is the garden from the conservatory, and as you can see we’re hemmed in again.