Wrong!

My international calls from the mobile seem not to be included in the monthly sub (though why not, even at an increased rate?  Answer obvious, and I suppose I should be grateful for the dividend).  Oh well, more fool me for making an unwarranted assumption.  Orange's failure to answer my calls has set us back about £24.  All part of the plot, it seems to me.

Crisp, bright autumn days hereabouts, so I was out early, photographing the neighbours' beautiful hornbeam hedge.  Glad it's theirs, I must say: John rightly opts to clip it by hand, and it's rather labour intensive.  But then, he's young.  I do a bit of token gardening most dry days, and it's as well that the composting bin was emptied today. 

Morning drives to the hobby can be rather misty at this time of year, and I don't much enjoy the drive home after dark.  Last night's drive was at least dry, but tiresomely busy.  I've volunteered for a couple more this month, atoning for my cancelling a day when I expect do be doing legal stuff in Another Place.  Still, the expenses largely keep the diesel tank topped up, and I've less than three years to go.

Art class was a hoot this morning, with much inappropriate repartee about the touching of knees and the like.  Our table was clearly the Loud Crowd, while the other one got on with some seriously artistic endeavours.  I had dug out some oil pastels, and had a little play with the photographs I'd taken earlier.  No results worth sharing, but I might have a crack at the hornbeam with acrylics and Indian ink.  If I can resuscitate the dried-up latter.