In the jaws

Over to grind off those machine screws, successfully and rather neatly accomplished, If I may say. And then a call - the return of the prodigal. Earlier he’d given me a heads up of a week or so. Not so. That was the end of work for the day, obviously. Off to that Asda to get some provisions and onward to fill his fridge. OK, not fill. Milk.
Later, news from William: the dafty had gone straight there and had a meal with the two of them. Which, apart from the breaking of quarantine obviously, was actually quite heartening to hear. 

But for the big news: more fine weather, but no sign of any spuds sprouting as yet. Sorry, I meant of course, Prof Ferguson being the latest casualty of his own lockdown policy. Whoopsie! Hasn’t impacted the government still following his team’s modelling, mind.