I gather that rain is forecast. Well, not on my parade it didn’t – it can do what it likes from now on, as far as I’m concerned. We had the sunny weather we needed for the weekend.
I expect the village pub’s profits to have taken a marked upswing, having had four visits from me in the past week, which is about as many as I’d previously had all year. Actually, I’m about beered up for the moment. I had a nice elderflower-flavoured beer this evening, but I came home to drink a glass of wine. And I may drink water before the end of the evening.
I have the rare luxury, tomorrow, of a day with a clear diary. I shall feel justified in not hurrying to get up, having been early every day for ages, and must then do the watering, which has been skimped recently, in the greenhouse. The forecast is rain, but if it doesn’t happen then I shall have to water the outside pots, at least. After that, I shall catch up with paperwork for the governors’ meeting on Tuesday. It will be splendid if I manage to do that with half a day to spare.
And, once that is behind me, I can get ready for the auction on Friday.