Friday was warmer and I was slightly more enthusiastic than yesterday.
Whiffler seems to be improving slowly, but he is still not ready for any exercise ... despite his clear enthusiasm when I gathered leads and poo bags for this morning's walk.
The wander around the Three Miler was enjoyable and, in complete contrast to yesterday, no coat or hat was needed.
The afternoon saw The Coven assemble on the patio and partake of tea, coffee and cake. Various characters were assassinated and much cackling could be heard.
After a few minutes of chat, I left them to it and headed in to the greenhouse. I spent the next couple of hours pricking out my tomato seedlings and thinning out the brassicas.
I think that I left this year's planting a little late, but there is nothing I can do about it, just wait and see what the harvest looks like.
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* After the Coven departed, 30% decided to switch on the well pump, unreel the hose pipe and fill the water butts. After about half an hour she wandered in with a sheepish look and requested assistance. I wandered out to find the hose reel dismantled from the well pump. 30% reported that the hose had stopped running and she had returned to find water gushing everywhere. Now I am well aware that my wife is, shall we say, a little heavy handed, and I would guess that she had give a hefty heave on the hose rather than return to the reel and sort out the issue. Anyway, she attempted to demonstrate what was wrong and I could immediately see that she hadn't got the foggiest idea what the problem was. The poor girl was attempting to reconnect the well pump to the reel in a way that would have meant that the reel wouldn't wind the hose back in, and the water wouldn't flow. I worked out what was wrong and soon had it all sorted and operational ... I did notice that there was a pinhole in the well feeder pipe, but that can wait until tomorrow.
For clarity; my dear wife has many, many fine qualities, but analysis and mechanical aptitude are not amongst them.
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