Straw House

The bunnies, blissfully unaware of what happened to a certain little pig, are very fond of their house of straw. This is the second one; the first having been loved (eaten) to oblivion.

Sunny and warm today. This morning I joined the masses in the collective panic-buying that always results from the knowledge that the shops will be closed for a whole day. Having mightily marketed, we lunched on cheese and bread.

Mr B is framing out another room upstairs, so there was some puzzling over measurements and levels to be done there. At least this means most of the lumber yard in our hall is gradually moving upstairs. (That may also mean we will soon no longer have a chop saw in the hall.)

Later, a trip was planned to see some Avengers movies, necessitating a watch/re-watch of Infinity Wars. Long, and loud.