The fencing job was supposed to start tomorrow. Good job I looked out of the window before I let the dogs out this morning as he'd arrived a day early. I get the impression he's not enjoying doing it, there's lots of digging apparently. What is it with people these days? The only jobs they seem to want are the easy ones. By the way, before anybody feels too sorry for him, he's not waist deep in a hole, he's actually kneeling down.
Amy is making focaccia bread this week. I will admit, I had to look it up to see what it was. It looked yummy so I thought I'd have a go at making it myself, especially as we never eat Amy's offerings from school. The most therapeutic bit about making this is poking your finger through the dough to make little holes for the toppings.
I used olives, sun-dried tomatoes and sea salt. It was really tasty and went well with the sweet potato and butternut squash soup Mum made this week.
The lights arrived for our 'summer shed'. They look a bit garish to be honest, more Blackpool circus that mid summer nights dream, but they're going up anyway. A little bit of colour in the garden won't go amiss.
The fuchsia bush I bought last Thursday has loads of buds on it. I'm still sore about missing out on the mandevilla though.
We have 'marked with an X' and our votes are ready to be posted. I'm not overly into politics but I do vote, firstly because I'm thankful I live in a country where I can and secondly because I feel I have a right to moan about things if the party I voted for doesn't get in. I know a few people who have 'protest voted' in past years, but I've never really understood the point of that. Aunty Edith, bless her, votes for either the most handsome one or the one who wears the nicest suit. Actually, after enduring 92 years of UK politics it might not be a bad way of doing things!