Table birds

They need to be more careful about rule-breaking - they are perilously close to the bbq... The white hen is broody. She just sits in her nest box and if we dare bother her (you know, to see if she might want a drink in the 36 degree heat) she goes into attack mode. A neighbour is looking after them this weekend - I have warned her!

Crazy day. Yet another one that seemed under control, only to spiral into chaos and rushing.

But the main things are dealt with, work wise, and from noon(ish) tomorrow I’m taking the whole weekend off. No gardening, no cross-stitch, no feeling guilty about work: just two days of relaxation.

And from the sounds of things outside, the sky is ticking one morning job (“water the garden”) off my list.