We have the bowel cancer info stickers on all the toilet doors. So thank you Bowel Babe.
Work was fine. Then pottered and gardened.
Ted came out for a chat, and thankfully H came home at the same time, as Ted overbalanced and I could only gently lower him into a shrub, thankfully not a berberis.
H managed to easily get him back on his feet, and he toddled back inside, a bit embarrassed.
We had dinner and watched Wimbledon before bed.