It's been the sort of day that I dread and yet dream of. It's the day that Jack came to sort out the garden. (In case you are worried we maintained correct distancing and he didn't come in the house.)
I had warned him that it was dire. But he seemed not to have taken my warnings on board.
Here's how it was.
And here's how it looks now.
He's threatened promised to come back. He's also threatened promised to write a blog post.
Before he tells you what a disgrace I am I will say that I was ready when he arrived at 6am, that I kept him well supplied with cups of tea, that I gave him home made soup and also sandwiches made of home made bread and home cooked ham. And there were no hooks.
And he went home with a loaf of home made bread
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