Much like yesterday, today started with a dog walk, whilst the sun did its best to dry off the lawns. I also removed the mouse guards from the hives, as the bees are now flying regularly.
I was home well before lunch, and was actually on the hook to attend a memorial service for our neighbour, PG. This was always going to be a strange event as, even by our standards, they are an odd couple. Both are well in to their eighth decade and keep themselves to themselves. As a result, no relationship has developed in the five years were have lived just over the hill, other than the occasional "hello," and a superficial chat.
He was a deaf as a post and she is very churchy, with absolutely no sense of humour. It's really hard to get a conversation going with people like that. To compound matters, they made it very clear that they planned to move over to Ludlow in the near future. As a result we simply just didn't invest time in building a relationship that was never going to go anywhere.
It will therefore come as no surprise that I wasn't particularly keen on going to the memorial service, but 30% reminded me that, "we really should." Fortunately fate gave me a get out of jail card, when ex frolleague, Tel had to rearrange a catch-up call to the very hour that the service was due to commence.
30% took one for the team and attended for us, and I had a rather pleasant chat with Terry. We hope to catch up with him and Deb in early April.
This afternoon I hauled the mower from the shed, once more, and spent a good couple of hours mowing all of the lawns at the front of the house. I even cut the narrow verge between us and the lane.
After all of that effort, I decided that I had definitely had sufficient exercise and did bugger all for the rest of the day.
The other big news was that the hens finally seem to have realised spring is here, and laid four eggs today ... I also need a plan to stop Traitorous Bastard from charging along the hedge line and wrecking the sward ... tying him to a heavy concrete block is an option!
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