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Too busy today. Strimming grass, pulling weeds, moving furniture, sanding a stool, sorting the office (unplanned, a sort of cascade job caused by furniture moving), installing new terrace shading, a contract, school stuff, hemming curtains and general taxi services.

TallGirl (who only helped me move one thing) says she is never moving furniture again. Good luck with that. She had a revelation the other day when she got the radio on her speaker thingy to work: "it's like magic - there's all this radio around and you can just listen to it". She is seriously awestruck by this - yet she is singularly unfazed that she can access all human knowledge (and cat videos) through a small device in her pocket, Any time, anywhere (except at her desk which seems to be a mobile and wifi blackspot).

In other news, an idiot has sent my boot gas strut to Mr B in London instead of here. Tomorrow I may be taking out my fury at the inevitable election result on the gas strut seller. But wasn't it kind of the Americans to arrange that hearing on our no-news day!

This is the current battle ground between sage and mint for supremacy in the left hand bed. If you're very lucky another day I may show you the oregano's plucky (but ultimately futile) attempt to muscle in.