P finished the fence yesterday and was very pleased with himself. He deserved his steak and half bottle of Merlot last night.
I went for a two hour walk this morning with my friend and when I returned home he was already hard at work down by the gate at the bottom of the drive. He has today moved a huge pile of soil and riddled it for stones, which he plans to use for a car parking hard standing area down there.
He is non-stop, just like the Energizer Bunny in those TV ads.
Yesterday afternoon as I was cleaning all the oak tree catkins that daily cover the car and patio at the front of the house, two women strolled up the drive with a small dog. I went to greet them and ask if I could help. They said they just wanted to have a look around the Memorial Garden. I very politely advised them that it is only open on Sundays, as it says on the sign at the gate, so they turned around and went back. This is the third or fourth time this has happened. People either genuinely don't notice the sign or just assume that they can wander in at will. It does make me feel slightly uncomfortable as this is our home and, although we are very happy to have visitors to the Garden on Sundays, I wish that they would respect our privacy on other days. One of the minor irritations of living here I suppose and something we shall need to get accustomed to in time.
After a misty, damp start today it has turned into a warm and bright afternoon.
P is still working out in the garden but I am now getting ready for my G&T before popping the "stinky" chicken in the oven (this is the chicken that our friends left for us in the porch last week. I took it out of the freezer yesterday and now our fridge smells quite pungently of garlic).
Off to try to buy some bread tomorrow. I have been told that the Co-Op bakery shelves have been bare the past couple of days so we are hoping the local artisan bakery has been hard at work using our local Manx grown flour.