Bus stop.

According to the bus drivers, nobody ever waits at this stop. That would explain why the grass is so tall and why the bus always comes hurtling round the bend at top speed, coming to a screeching halt when I wave a high vis bag at it. 
I had a good two days in blissful solitude, only broken by a long chat with my neighbour, who shared some his many woes with me. I hope I was of help and didn’t make it even worse.
I cleared up some plastic sheeting that had been beneath the wood pile, tried our my new battery operated strimmer, listened to some podcasts and spent time just sitting and looking around. I also sprayed the vines with copper something and it rained as soon as I had finished. 
I was on my feet very early this morning,in time to spray the vines again, then off to my bus stop. 
I had a lttle wait at the first train, so stopped at the station bar for a warm, jam filled croissant and cappuccino.
Now home again with my lovely dogs. Mr S is at work as usual and everything is ok, Gromit.