We're both restored today so friends are coming around shortly. Himself is whipping up something that caught his eye on Jeano's blip which looks interesting. I should have gone for a tiramisu but we have so many apples it's going to be a good old crumble.
Wet and mild, I've been doing well work and a spot of cleaning. A quick leap into a damp garden and the only things till going are the hydrangeas, now decaying rather colourfully. A spot of fartnarkling ensued. 
I hear Boris is hot foot on his way back from the Caribbean. Surely they wouldn't.