Bed number 3

With a tired Dad and my shadow.

Mum as ever, spent much of her time gradually excavating the 40 year old huge compost heap. Several empty gin bottles discovered. It was a lovely sunny afternoon, finished with dinner on trays in front of Le Tour de Yorkshire. Mum commented that Dad hadn't had his dinner on a tray for 47 years. I commented that they shouldn't get too used to me bringing their dinners to them on trays.

Bed number 2 is now full of strawberry plants.

Time for a bath and my own bed here. Some sowing tomorrow and or bed 4 construction as long as I do enough dissertation. That is the deal I am making with myself. I hope I am strong enough to keep myself to it.