Protective shirt

The weekend seemed to be over too quickly for me.  The others continued in weekend mood (holiday today in France) but back to the grindstone for me with a very busy day.

Mr B was working at the bottom of the garden on my fantastic new compost bins (I suggested I might get the gardener to do them, which obviously prompted him to leap into action!)  When down there he is always sensible enough to wear a protectively bright t-shirt to avoid any likelihood that he be mistaken for a deer.  I'm not sure if shooting has reopened yet, but it is best not to take any chances as the hunters don't always follow the rules...