As is usual on a Saturday, Jon was up first. He saw to the lads, made tea and brought it back to bed where we lay and read until 8.30am. After he'd gone downstairs to put the sausages in the oven and make coffee, I stripped and changed the bed, loaded the washing machine and hung the laundry out to dry - Jon's new washing line worked a treat.
After our veggie sausage sandwiches we made a start on the garden.
Our fence, which runs parallel to the avenue, is topped with trellis which to passing scumbags is an open invitation to lob their litter through the gaps. To beat them, Jon has ordered some heavy duty netting to attach to the trellis and form a barrier. In preparation for the installation some serious chainsaw action was called for. Once cleared I got to work with my grabstick managing to fill a sack with empty vodka bottles (the litter lout's spirit of choice), endless cans of extra strong lager, sweet wrappers, pop bottles, numerous unused bags for life (why?), builder's rubble and even the interior of a car door.
We were having a coffee break in the shelter when postman Izzy arrived with our passcode for the census which has to be submitted online on 21st March. There was also a exciting parcel from my friend Katy.
By 2pm we'd done what we needed and downed tools for the day, retiring to the house for the last couple of slices of beer & chilli bread liberally spread with butter.
Tea was another pie from Tony. This time, spinach and pine nut with Greek feta and red peppers. Yum!
We'd just finished eating when Ray popped over the road with a freshly baked sourdough loaf. That's tomorrow's lunch sorted, then!
Stay fabulous and see you soon!