No danger

Earlier, when I'd dropped Andy at his work, we'd held out hopes of a barbecue. But the weather seemed increasingly undependable as the day went on. 

George and I took Stella out ahead of when today's house-viewers were due. Had a fine stroll at Whitesands, where we speculated about whether Stella would sneak through the fence at the "dangerous" old lime kiln. 

To confound us, she didn't the first time we passed it. but did on the way back. Oh, the suspense and excitement. 

"I bet they were time-wasters," I said for some reason as we arrived home to discover no visitors' car in the drive. They certainly were. They were no-shows.