Letting the grass grow

Long journey home, including comical scenes at airport security where Mr B wasn't allowed through with us because he was too early for his flight. Resulting in a fond farewell being reduced to a wave over a security barrier.

With the car magically still being in functioning order, we made good time back home. And straight into a big meeting of our community over the house fires last weekend. Lots of votes, lots of catching up, a tour of the affected houses and gasping at how awful it all is.

Time at the end of a warm sunny day to reacquaint myself with the garden, marvel at how much the grass has grown, water the pots (some plants beyond saving, I fear) and relax with a bowl of pasta and some rubbish tv.