Sun

Overnight winter has morphed into summer and Wilf and Digby are on canine cloud nine. They can now relax outside in the sunshine all day. The weather , while pleasantly warm, isn't yet hot enough to be uncomfortable for those blessed with three inch thick fur coats. Little do they know it but a few more days of this and the Wahl clippers are coming out. The sun brings with it other problems, 'the font' is out checking the grounds to make sure that there aren't any residual processionary caterpillars left - the heat brings them out on forays for food.

Another delivery driver, another day. Although the gates are at least ten feet wide the driver couldn't manage to get his Peugeot through without becoming firmly stuck. His rear end was wedged up against a flower pot while the front was paint grazingly close to the gate piers. Wilf and Digby looked on with ill disguised disdain - you could almost see Digby thinking ' amateur'.

Madame Bay was here yesterday. She is delighted that the matresses for the new beds have arrived . She is less happy with the workmen who have caused layers of dust to settle everywhere. The kitchen joiners were told in no uncertain terms that the dust sheets on the doors were half hearted and sloppy - it wasn't their job to make extra work for her. Like lambs they stopped everything and tacked up new plastic sheeting over the kitchen doorways. The ground floor now looks rather like a movie set of an isolation ward .

The google gremlin is playing up again today. For some reason the blog is suffering from elephantitis. Hopefully, it will revert to normal tomorrow.