Today was uncharacteristically rainless until the evening so I managed to get the grass cut and trimmed back an evil bush that only exists to stop the Ferals throwing stones at the house over the back fence. It's being gradually replaced by an apple tree. Bramleys, so I hope the little sods will eventually steal a few and eat them. I might dye them to look like eating apples.
Leaving this place for two weeks in summer is always a bad idea. The light hours during summer mean that grass and weeds grow like triffids and you need to hire Death and his scythe to deal with it. He charges too much so I have to do it myself. I ended the day knackered and with a huge pile of cut branches to deal with, all of which are now soaked.
The long and the short of it is that I have been at the whisky tonight Grant's Sherry Cask Reserve, to be precise, on sale at Morrisons for a few pennies over £12. One of the best of the cheaper blends. So, try me for sensible discussion tomorrow.