The Sage has been enthusiastically cutting grass this afternoon. I don’t expect anyone went behind the bungalow yesterday or down towards the beehives, but the grass, which is mixed with a fair lot of nettles and so on, hadn’t been cut at all this spring and it’s quite a large area. It was just not too long to be cut with the ride-on mower. He had to finish this evening, after the bees had gone to bed, around the hives. He came in very cold – Al says that a frost is forecast. The Sage cut all the asparagus, in case. He was just saying how much he enjoyed meeting you all yesterday.
The switch on the kettle is on the point of giving up. It has been sticking in the ‘on’ position for the last few days and yesterday it didn’t want to switch on at all. I have to poke it with a knife to get it into the right position. It’s done pretty well, it’s only the third kettle we’ve ever had. I haven’t time to go shopping this week so I’ve ordered a new one online. I think that waiting until next Tuesday, the next time I’d have an opportunity to go to Norwich, would be pushing it and I’ve only got a tiny travelling kettle otherwise. I appreciate the warning.