Another day in which my ankle got a little better, but still didn't go walking, mainly because there was heavy rain and thunder expected, but in the end, didn't turn up in east Kent.
Work was the usual of two steps forward and two steps back, and another meeting regarding my annual assessment.Sigh.
Apart from that, not much happened. There was even just two games on the tellybox, not one at two in the afternoon which meant no early stack for me. Three games a day for the rest of the week, though!
The garden looks magnificent: the ox-eye daisies, corncockles, knapweed, black meddick, buttercups, orchids and so on and on, all looking so vibrant in the sunshine, when there was some.
Two doors down the scaffolding was taken down, with the clapboard, eggshell blue, now covering half the house, the top half, and looks OK, in a Kentish kind of way. So there was the noise of power tools all morning, and clanking as the scaffolding was stacked on the truck.
And then silence.
Until the hedge trimmers started.
I pointed out to next door that to trim the hedge before July risk disturbing second and third brood nests, so one side agreed not to cut the hedge that separated us from them. They did their other two hedges mind.
On the other side, all is quiet as they have gone to Germany for the football, so very quiet of an evening now.
Dinner was fritters, cooked with one eye on the football, and wine, of course. And then settle down with Scully to watch Ronaldo and Portugal, hopefully lose.
Sadly, they won, but he failed to score, so that counts as good news, right.
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