Iris

So the car has been moved to another garage to see if they can figure out what's up with it.  I can't understand much of what the auto-electrician says, but the general drift is that he'll take a look at it, subject to the public holiday on Thursday, of course.

Lots of digging - the path is nearly at the end of stage one, which is good news for my shoulder. Mr B ventured down the garden to inspect the works, and seemed quite happy with progress.. Then a couple of crises to deal with at school, which will mean some tricky letter-writing. Happily the Head Teacher has promised to sprinkle the fairy dust of elegant French on my rough drafts.

Even later, terrace time with Mr B in the sunshine then, after dinner, Henry IV (part 1). The kids are not content with the threat of part 2...