You can smell barbecue flavours wafting over the LGC fences. We had a dog training session – T is almost finished his bronze training – it doesn’t mean he does what he’s told as the commands are different and this addled MS brain doesn’t want to change. But he’s definitely got a romance going with a little black female dog from Hitchin.

We’ve almost cleared a shed and and are arranging collection of contents and shed in a couple of days. Good job as the floor is giving way every step we take into, out of or around. It’s funny that nine years of discussion on whether we need four sheds is almost an empty question when they rot as you watch…

I found my golf clubs but the golf bag has also deteriorated to be useless. There has been piles made of wood – strips panels and posts – and I’ve started speaking electronically to the guys who took away our rubbish before. Love my junk? Well no I don’t! Hoarders anonymous anybody?

I also used the trolley lifter to move the porcelain tiles out of the shed while avoiding the hornets and bees. I’ll be using something to form a little patio. Or path or stepping stones but the rat waste needs washing off. Eugh!

Oldest is skipping every few hours. It’s helping her revision. So is finally clearing some dog mess from the garden. A new back pack purchased this morning might have helped sweeten the chore? Bribery? Possibly.

Nice things v nasty…