A normal Saturday.
That means nothing interesting happened. The two other (current) occupants of Chateau Dunvegan were working all day, so at least I had peace and quiet most of the time.
So, the fridge has been re-filled. Some light gardening done. Three loads of laundry done (managed to get the seagull sh*t off that jacket). Ironing done too.
I did an hour's work - it should have been done yesterday, but I was up a hill... or even on Thursday, but I had bigger fish to fry.
I had a long phone call with one of my oldest (surviving) friends.
I made a good, simple dinner. Grilled chicken, potato wedges and peas.
More of the same routine tomorrow, I reckon.
The Blip is from the farm shop. Trees leafing up nicely.