A Tern up for the Blip

Initially a stiff onshore breeze but we were delivered the type of day manufactured in heaven.  However the postie said I had to sign for it.  I’ll send a reciprocating postcard to whoever is in heaven but only after I’ve unblocked the drains.

Weeded the perennials.  I lost my monocle in the undergrowth.  Better than losing one’s underwear in the undergrowth.  It has been known.