Inspector Marigold

If it's not the sound of lawn mowers and strimmers, it's the blast of the power washers up and down the street that conspire to kill off any chance of a sneaky afternoon nap. It must be Sunday.

To be fair, I didn't get involved much more than connecting the power washer up for Inspector Marigold here, so it wasn't as if I was too put out. And had I known that the going rate for hoovering out Gran's car (boot not even included) was a tenner I'd have probably been more keen on getting involved.

Still not sure what the rubber gloves, waterproof jacket and wellies were all about though, it's been pretty sunny all afternoon.

Then again, the neighbours were probably as equally perplexed as to why I was hanging out the upstairs window with a camera gaffa-taped to the end of an eight foot decorating pole.

Shiny cars to head off to work with tomorrow then. No Bank Holiday for us lot, but at least the roads might be a bit quieter.

This has been another 'Camera-on-a-Stick' presentation.