Wednesday.

Been a lovely year for Ipomeia (I think I may have said that a day or two ago, still, this photo came up, so I may as well use it). Spent today making a trigger for a Spanish miquelet flintlock pistol, and replaced one or two screws, etc. This afternoon Ann went to Mothers' Union meeting; I made meself a cuppa, and sat down to read the rest of the newspaper - woke up an hour later, with the tea on the table beside me - cold. Could have been worse - could have dropped off holding the tea, and woken up with hot tea in me lap. Wooden hill time, I think. Goodnight all.