Tiwesdæg

Unusually, the cat didn’t come into the bedroom and jump on my head at early o’clock, so I assumed he had died during the night. Concerned, Nancy got up before six and went looking for him. To her relief he was sitting with his face pressed against the patio door burbling at some feeding birds on the grass.

I did some early cycle circuits of the village before settling down to the house project and and a bit of scouting admin. Thankfully, it started to rain every time I went out to weed in the afternoon, so instead I watched the Tour de France and cursed the roofers who had failed to appear again. Fortunately, I’ve not paid them and they have done 8 hours work, so I’m confident they’ll appear at some point to finish the job (only so they can bill me).

After putting away her laptop, Nancy encouraged me to go for a walk before tea. Very pleasant pootle it was too.