Hedge trimming

I get Megan to Dolphinton for the early bus. She’s on an 8:30 train back to Swindon.

Gordon arrives and takes a sharp intake of breath. The hedge that I’ve asked him to foreshorten is denser than he expected. Anyway, he cuts it down with plentiful expletives and copious sweat.

I get the bed finished. Kerry comes round and falls asleep while I munch popcorn and watch The Third Man.