It is an old joke (with a grain of truth in it) that an English summer consists of three fine days and a thunderstorm! Well, we've had some lovely days lately, and the thermometer stands at eighty degrees today, but as you can see from the above photograph, a thunderstorm is hanging around now (and it feels close and thunderous). Yesterday Ann drove over to her mother's, stayed at Sue and Tim's overnight, will be with Gran again today, and (D.V.) home this evening. I've been pottering, doing oddjobs, of which there always seems to be plenty, and still are, so I'd better be getting on. I'd just stepped out for a breath of air, it being, as mentioned close and thundery, and couldn't resist taking snapshots of the garden. May blog more later.
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