Red-handed

At one point, 2 April was earmarked as moving day. For two reasons, neither of them coronavirus, it isn't. 

Meanwhile, now that the patio is finished, my garden time is being spent chipping mortar off old quarry tiles - the ones on the right. It's hard work and I manage no more than about 10 a day. 230 done over the last few months, 70 to go. 

Those bricks on the left are a place to stand buckets or, more accurately, a way of hiding the damaged left-overs in plain sight.

(For the record, I moved anyway - just not as far as I'd hoped.)