Chattering

 Himself took himself off to football this afternoon so I took myself up to the allotment.  I cut around these when I finished the grass that was started last week. It won't get done for a few more weeks now, not until the allotment police start nagging.  Last year was so dry it didn't grow very quickly, which was nice. 

Now the sun's come out I can sit in the garden and listen to next doors grandchildren screaming the birds singing and watch the cats chattering at the pigeons on the gutter while I decide what to do for my dinner. Not a bad way to spen an early evening.