In the pink

More work, some holding bits of wood for Mr B (including some back-breaking holding as he nearly fell backwards off a stool into the lavender - happily my bottom-heavy bulk stopped a sheet of ply toppling on him), DIY store shopping, and the time-vortex of Super-U shopping.

Also a return (hopefully brief) to some stressful negotiations.

However I did get to wander down the garden and have a peer at the underside of this bonny hellebore.

Later, basketball training with a reduced cohort had me making conversation for an hour (30 minutes there and 30 back) with the boy who threatened to kill CarbBoy a few short years ago. It seems that the done thing is to gloss over that. Then a very entertaining dinner (TallGirl’s Bac books, Mrs Landingham), lots of excruciating Scottish sitcom humour, and finally Ovaltine and my book. Rock and, indeed, roll.