Chard

A quiet weekend. Really good to have a day at home after last weekend and a busy week. I realised I'd been out in one way or another every evening so good to not go anywhere on Saturday. 
Francis carried on with wall and pizza oven, I cleaned and tidied.  Steph dropped round to pick up chard that has gone wild in the garden. 
Sunday was much the same except I went for a cold and chilly swim with Aletheia at Tooting, did a spontaneous visit to see Dad and ended up staying for lunch, a quick trip to see Mum for a cup of tea and then an afternoon at home where I managed to get the landing painted. Duncan came round in the evening, full of stories from his new life. He's having a great time and loving his exploring but not something I could do.