Phone Lines

Pottered about in the morning, gave S and an aspidistra a lift to its new home (houseplant downsizing is a slow business), took the butternut squash seedlings up to the allotment, planted some and left the rest at the sharing station where they vanished within minutes, wandered over to tenpin practice where JacktheLad failed epically to repeat his last scoring sensation, watched some footie in the pub, headed on home and caught a few minutes of the sunset as I walked down the road. The day is done.