Bugle,

Another wet day.  There's a character in a Terry Pratchett book who goes round permanently in a rain cloud and I felt a bit like that today.   It wasn't raining, I stepped out the door and raindrops fell, I came in they stopped.  Managed nonetheless to do some weeding. Became aware of how sheltered from rain some parts of the garden are.  Bees were out regardless.  I think some of them just stay inside a foxglove bloom until the rain passes.
Brought in the bird feeder, gave it a good scrub and left it to drip dry.  The birds got a feeder of fat balls instead. Starlings weren't around so the others had it to themselves and fairly tucked in.  It was empty within an hour.
I phoned  the camera shop for Canon to go ahead with the repair on my MarkIII and then hoovered.  So glad I bought that little stick vacuum. The stairs get done in no time followed by the rest of  the house.  Did all my exercises and fished out some exercise bands.  Tried some leg things with the lightest band.  I can see I'll have to work.
Later I phoned Margaret for a chat. She is going off to Aberdeenshire next week for a three day trip round gardens and castles and is working hard at a quilt for some friends new baby.  We're planning to meet up when she gets back.