The Weeds are as high as an elephant's eye following prolonged rain and now hot sun . . . so, having eaten breakfast in the garden, I weeded precisely one bed and am now cooling off with home-made lemonade and the computer. Father is still mowing the lawn, and will not come in until it is time for the match on TV. I really ought to be cleaning out the swimming pool - and before anyone gets the wrong idea, I should point out that it is 12 foot diameter, 3 feet deep, above ground, unheated, bought in 1988 for about £200, so only just qualifies as a swimming rather than a paddling pool. Instead I'm going to find a nice bit of shade and read a detective story, or possibly go in and watch the match.
Later
Good match - not the greatest opposition, but I liked the scoreline 6 - 0!
Later Still
Josh is very upset as his ferret has died. Inge saw him at a Pony Club Rally, asked him what was wrong and he burst into tears in front of everyone which, at a few days short of fifteen, is a real measure of how bad he must feel.
