St Giles

Ended up listening to Charles Paris (Bill Night) on R4 in the middle of the night.

Once up I sorted out the front bedroom, ready for the guests and found, amongst other things, my wee hairdryer. I thought it had been nicked!

It was such a beautiful day, sunny and not cold, that I managed summer gardening. Cutting back roses and lavender and clematis and tidying up leaves. I also harvested the rest of the tatties. 

After that I fiddled with stuff on the laptop before it was time to go and sing in St Giles. The left leg is still a problem. I hirple. 

The concert seemed to go well and now home eating comfort food and watching TV. 

Another weekend over.