You can take the boy out of Britain...

CarbBoy was off on a walk to a sheep farm today. He did assure me that it was never his intention to take the sock/flip flop look outdoors - but I couldn't resist capturing it, just as well since this was the only shot of the day.

After a spell at a couple of garden centres today with Mam - to choose my birthday present, Mr B arrived back. As I had predicted, he found three ways to criticise my work on the cover for the pergola, unconvincingly added "It's really good" and went to bed.

While he was sleeping, the tomatoes came down with blight. (Not that I can pin that on him.) So now I have blue tomatoes and yellow hands. (If you're a gardener you'll understand, and feel my pain.) And before you ask, yes I've treated the potatoes too as a precaution.

Dinner, baking and now some gardening shows. A fine slide into the weekend ahead. Just no-one say anything to remind me of the tomatoes.