Dust, Not Smoke

Mike raising clouds of dust in the early morning, with his strimmer, so we hopefully don't get clouds of smoke at some other date.

I've been suffering a bit from the vaccine yesterday. Forced myself out of bed to make banoffee pie to take tonight; Ricardo and Carina have invited the Amigos to an outdoor meal to inaugurate their new home. 

It will be late when we get back, and know I'll want my bed, so a fairly early Blip today.

Gratefuls:
- paracetamol, which will hopefully get me through the evening
- the cheerful geraniums I can see through the open door as I type
- the ceasefire in Palestine; if only it was permanent...