This is not a marmalade toast journal…

…….after breaky, we headed up to Aunty K’s place and I painted window frames whilst Nancy, Fay and Louise cleaned. Almost, almost there now.

Owen headed home to perform some studying and discovered that his house rabbits had raided his veg basket overnight and a large sweet potato had completely disappeared.

Driving home, I listened to the kickball match between my favoured team and our closest rival. I was pleased when the radio commentator described the winning goal as an absolute screamer. Feet up now.