A blotted copybook…

I was enjoying watching the sport this morning when a young chap came to the door. He wanted to cut the hedge. In fact, I’d seen him yesterday doing another hedge.

He had his own battery powered clippers, with a spare battery. He also had a wee fold up seat for standing on. I offered him water - he had some. I offered him black rubbish bags - he had them. I was very impressed with his organisational skills, and said ‘Yes please!’

He’d make a good living in our road alone if he did as many as he could. Well done, young man!

We popped out for brunch to Argyle Place. unfortunately, I made the wrong choices. I’ll never learn - proper, egg soaked French toast is only good in Australia. Fact.

We then took Archie for a walk, and did not have a pit stop!

JR wanted to go into town for something or other, but I had a nice afternoon watching sport. When there was too much gymnastics (I don’t know how they separate those amazing gymnasts!) I’d flip over to hockey, or dressage, or golf (an exciting finish there!) or even 100 cricket. But the best event was the Women’s Cycle race round the city. What a finish!

I certainly couldn’t have timed any better getting some useful eyes!

Sadly, for the first time in the 10 years that Archie has lived here, our fairly nippy neighbour came to complain about dog poo in the back grass. We’ve always been very careful not to give her cause for complaint. But JR didn’t check after he went out, unusually, first thing this morning. But it’s not a bad record!