Pizza night

Long work day. Friday is always a queue of folk wanting things finished before the weekend. Those who got their requests in by Wednesday (or had the good fortune to be Geordie) were the lucky ones.

Later, a call with pals, then pizza night and the Grand Budapest Hotel.

The weekend brings unremitting rain. Today was sunny. Had I known about the weekend forecast at lunchtime, I think even the Geordies would have had to wait until Monday for their work. Instead, fair weather gardener that I am, the weekend will be largely given over to grumpiness and admin.