Fuzzy Flutterby

D and I had a busy morning clearing out the spare, spare room so that we can put someone up in there for Hendstock without a pile of books or pictures falling on their head. I also de-cobwebbed the summerhouse and D put some new lights up in there. I was obviously a little too vigorous because I broke the metal stem of the feather duster and sliced my palm open. Not much sympathy forthcoming from this lot despite pointing out to them that I nearly slit my wrist.
A day of sunshine and showers.