I Love having lavender growing in the garden. The scent when you brush past it is so uplifting. Every year I mean to dry the flower heads and every year I forget.

I steadily worked through the day although I'm not sure that I achieved much. I popped next door for a mug of tea and a chat and played kerplunk with Lorna. As I returned home, Brammle managed to sneak out of the garden and so began a Benny Hill type chase - coinciding nicely with a torrential downpour. By the time I got him back inside I was soaked to the skin. I'm sure he does it on purpose.