A promise of summer

What happened today? Err…

Oh yes, the Ocado order turned up just after ten (well done them) with a pack of Duchy Originals muffins we didn’t order (odd), one of the packs of Ryvita bashed in (drat) and no Budweiser Budvar for Sheila (oh no).

I’ve applied for refunds for the crispbread and lager and written an email to customer services. It’s unlike Ocado to mess up in this way so it’s only fair to let them know when they foul up.

I got pretty dopey yesterday and struggled to cook dinner, so we’ve decided I will have to take things a bit easier as long as I’m on these tablets. Accordingly, I stayed home whilst Sheila went off to help build hedgehog hotels.

You do this by getting two pallets and digging a square hole in the ground in a wood. Then you put the pallets in the hole, one crossways over the other, and pile the earth over the top, leaving an access hole at one side. The little hedgepigs find their way in through this hole and can make themselves all cosy and snug and safe in there.

The plan is to re-home some rescued hedgehogs in them.

After lunch we ambled round to the office with a copy of our licence, stopped for a natter about this and that with Jules and then came back to do some cleaning ready for Jane coming tomorrow.

This didn’t go as quickly as it might have as Geoff next door came out and we spent quite a bit of time in the glorious sun (it’s been almost summery) nattering again. It’s what boating’s all about.

He finally went off to watch the England/Wales rugby and we finally got on with some of the cleaning. Then we had a cup of tea outside, would you believe, clad in shirt sleeves.

We’ll have to finish up the cleaning tomorrow morning; Jane doesn’t arrive until after lunch, fortunately.