A crap job

The grass needed mowing. Which meant the garden needed to be cleaned of all dog crap first. So, it was on with the gloves. He likes to watch, just to make sure I get them all.

Earlier, I’d taken Eve and Mrs S to the airport as they head off to the Orkney Isles for a few nights. I fully expect to see them in a blip at some point.

Later, some work of the diary management type was done.

Just me and Joe for dinner tonight.