The grass is cut - I just managed to persuade the clippings into the recycling and compost bins! We have had some torrential rain since our return, so it won't be long before it needs another visit. The rain also showed up a weak spot in our guttering: a bracket has broken just above the sitting room window, and the gutter has bellied as a result. I've cleaned it out, so that ought to allow it to handle all but the heaviest of downpours. But I'm already getting a slight flavour of bullet.
Martyn is re-working a section of the model railway, so is up and down stairs and ladders. More alps on the way, I think. Was it a good idea to spend so long on the real Swiss railways last week?
The car is in the body shop for the dented tailgate to be fixed. I rang on Monday morning at 08:30, enquiring when was a good time to come and get an estimate. 'How about now?'. Estimate given, brief dither, phoned acceptance. 'When can you do it?' 'Well, we have a cancellation: how about now?'. I hope they're as competent as they're responsive. I took a stroll down to the Post Office later in the morning for the now familiar process of getting Judy to frank some stamps for Phil's collection, and on the way back paused to see whether 'our' ducks were at the pond round the corner from us. There indeed they were, safely nested in the middle, together with large numbers of ducklings. Maybe if the rain stops and the sun comes out, I'll take a stroll round with the camera.
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