Arthur

Juno and I headed up the hill, on the summit was a collection of sleeping bodies in sleeping bags. Various mobile alarms did not wake the youngsters, I put Juno on the lead to save any tongue licking awakening.

Work was ryvetta of rubbish.

Cycled to the allotment with Tractor laddie to get some tomato plants for work mates. A lovely way to spend lunch, the greenhouse was roasting.

Home early to make tea for the kids, eco son studying in the garden.

Not much to say.

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