No Ducks

The paint scraping this morning was surprisingly enjoyable, bearable, just the three of us heads down working with some really insightful chat.
The cut on my shin felt ‘uncomfortable’ and Mrs S has some concerns but took off my plaster and dressed it using the right dressings. Twenty five years spent primarily in shorts combined with my age has given me ‘tissue like’ skin on my shins, more care in the future required.

Otherwise a quiet day, paid some bills, bought Paddy a new lead and spent some time with Mrs S and Sam. The occasional really heavy showers curbed the garden and shed plans but we have the promise of a return to good weather in the coming week.

Swanpool, not a duck in sight despite the sign.