The early bird, gets tired out.

J went out this morning to paint the fence at the back of the garden, and came in almost immediately, looking very depressed. He said it's pointless painting it as some of the batons are rotted through at the mounting points. He logged on to the Wickes website, and has ordered the wood which will be delivered in two weeks. End of the fence saga. I have been washing cleaning, and doing lots of little jobs I have been putting off for ages. J's beard needed trimming as well as his hair, so he  did the beard first, and then did the side of his hair. I was then summoned to trim the back of his hair. What a palaver, although once I had started, I got more confident, and I've lived to tell the tale.