Too busy for anything other than a snatched photo this evening. I worked in the garden while waiting in vain for Freeglers who'd said they relieve me of my middle-class fly-tipping, I went to choir practice, I cycled two loads to the dump, I bumped into friends and I had tea with neighbours I'm just beginning to get to know who saw my cycle trailer and offered to take some of my concrete to the dump tomorrow when they take their garden rubbish. I think the quid pro quo is that I deal with my own fly-tipping!

Which (edit 3 Feb) I now have.