Bedtime reading

A while ago I mentioned in passing to Mr B that I reckoned one could learn a lot about Europe through a history of Poland. This landed on my bedside table. I’m ashamed to say that I still haven’t opened it. Perhaps in the long lazy days of summer I will get to it. (Speaking of which, where did I put those days...)

Work, some daubing of stain on the olive bench, Mr B to the airport this morning then material shopping with a very sleepy CarbBoy.

The oven is officially broken. I think the bottom element has gone. I wonder what my chances are of getting it fixed before Friday.....

Edit: forgot to mention that when I came home my neighbour (the one we have called until now “the nice one”) had chopped down an old box hedge on my land. Very grumpy.