Forbidden fruit

Well, not so much forbidden as unwanted...  Mr B is the tomato eater.  Hope he's home soon as they've all turned ripe at once.

Up early to dust the piano before the arrival of the piano tuner.  He arrived just before the heavens opened - bringing some much needed cooler weather and a flurry of window opening to cool the house down - and left just after it stopped, 2 hours later.  That's the garden watered then.

Busy afternoon stocking the fridge, sorting out admin (including a very long quest to get the unlock code for CarbBoy's phone, which the old company wouldn't give me as the contract was over...)  Some movie watching with the kids, lots of neighbour kids in and out of the house.