Who are you ...

 ... and what the hell have you done with my wife?

The weather was fairly dismal this morning, so after a quick visit to the local surgery and a period of pottering, 30% and I decided to pop over to The Valley in Evesham.

For the uninitiated, The Valley describes itself as a shopping and leisure destination ... That might be a slight exaggeration. It seems to be a strip of retail establishments mostly devoted to outdoor leisure wear. Throw in a couple of coffee shops and a garden centre and that is just about it.

Don't get me wrong, it's fine. It just seems a little odd that there is such a preponderance of outdoor clothing specialists in a single location. Especially when most of the visitors seem to be well in to their sixth or seventh decade and don't look particularly outdoorsy.

Anyway, back to the narrative.  The reason for the visit was that I desperately needed a lightweight, waterproof jacket. 30% had found a rather nice one on the Fatface website and we were going to see if it was as nice as it looked on a perfectly honed model.

We took Hobson, along as he does like an outing, and the entire site is dog friendly. To cut a long and boring story short; the coat was great and I also found a sweatshirt that was on sale too.  My bank balance is now somewhat lighter and my wardrobe is enriched.

We were back home by midday and lunched, before I decided that a short snooze was in order. 

On waking I wandered outside to find a woman that looked very much like my wife busily tidying the garden shed.  I was extremely disturbed by the fact that she seemed to be sorting out items and placing them in to separate containers. My confusion was further compounded by the fact that she then appeared to be labelling the containers to identify the contents.

It was at this point that I politely enquired as to whom she was, and what the hell she had done with my wife!

She looked like 30%. She sounded like 30%, but I'll tell you now, I have never, ever seen my wife produce an organised storage system in her entire life.  Her approach to storage is to cram random shit in to a drawer until it won't close, or until it jams shut!

She managed to persuade me that she was 30%, but I'll be watching closely to see if the mother ship returns and replaces the defective doppelgänger with the original model.

Having had a relatively lazy day, I did finally get busy in the afternoon. 

I took my chainsaw to an old cupboard that was slowly rotting outside the rear of my workshop. It has spent the past couple of decades being used to store plant pots and it is a complete wreck.  The organised version of 30% had stored the plant pots in the shed, so I was able to cut it in to three pieces and cart it up to the orchard. It will be burnt once it dries out.

I also found time to return an empty hive to Pete the Beekeeper; the one used to transport the new colony a couple of weeks ago.  While I was there I picked up another 30 lb tub of honey. So, it looks like I'll be bottling honey tomorrow.