Life trundles on.

When I got home tonight, in my wisdom I decided to do a couple more hours work on the garden, finishing off most of the loose ends. By eight I was dead on my feet so stopped, got myself a glass of fino and sat in the garden and did some drawing for the first time in possibly years. Clare was busy with stuff so I gave the girls their orders and they got on with making the tea. If you listen hard you should be able to hear the Arctic Monkeys blaring out above their banter.