I had good fun taking this photo. I sat on the verge in front of the house, (being careful not to sit on the sheep shit) and took my (large) glass fo sherry with me, as well as Dimairt. I took photos, drank sherry and cuddled the dog. Several neighbours stopped to make sure that I was OK, and that I hadn't collapsed in the layby. I don't know where they got the idea that I would do such a thing....

It's good to have a weekend without too many commitments. We in the village are saying goodbye to one of us; my neighbour Margaret is going back to be close to her family in the North of England, after having lived here for nearly 20 years. We are preparing lunch for her on Sunday.

I am in charge of the starter, and am using a recipe given to me by my pals. It's the twice cooked cheese soufflè. It is FAB. (I will post the recipe to anyone who wants it.)

I'm looking forward to a bit of weeding in the garden, and a bit of cooking in the kitchen, and a bit of the other in the bedroom.

Now, now, now........... FORFEND.

SLEEPING is what one had in mind.

Frankie Howerd, eat your heart out.