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Home by breakfast after a very fidgety night, half dozing. And straight into work! Well, straight into WFH. And everywhere was looking great, apart from snail damage. More of which later, as columnists do say.
And the fence between ourselves and the neighbours in the lower garden has been done - you can just see a peep of it here. And they've removed their horrible big Cypress. And Dug has started digging his mysterious circles on the slope.
Later, out to pick up the post and attend to things that must be attended to. By then, a small metal bucket with a lid had been acquired. Soon it was half full of a strong salt solution. Let the snail hunting begin. Strangely addictive. And very satisfying.