1 The roast pork had perfect crackling. There’s some pork left, but none of the crackling.
2 About a third of the wood pile has been cut up and stored in the woodshed.
3 Not specifically today’s, I discovered it a few days ago – if I put food in the chicken run during the day when they’re in their greenhouse run, they go home when they’re ready, eat and roost. At about 5 o’clock, all I have to do is go and shut the hatch to the tunnel. It and the greenhouse aren’t fox-proof, so I have to close it.
4 Lovely friend in Seattle, who comments here as Kippy, sent me a letter in the night and I’ve written back. I’m not a good letter correspondent at all, but I really wish I were.
5 I’ve read the whole of the weekend newspapers. Just about to start on the crosswords.