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Hugs to nelladarren. Just 'cause.

Gah

It was a nice morning. The sky was clear. I put washing out. We haven't been able to do this while the garden-wrecking builders were mollocking about, and laundry has piled up abominably, but having ascertained that EverCRAPest is now desperately looking for a builder willing to put up the steps we need, I assumed that they wouldn't be able to get one here today, and re-erected the rotary drying thing.

Just as I was dishing lunch, it hailed, just long enough to drench everything that was nearly dry.

This afternoon, we spent a couple of hours in the garden, which was cold and wet and filthy, digging up buried stone slabs and arranging them in the form of a rustic raised bed along the side of the new shed, and starting to clear the pond of dead apples and leaf mould. We worked, as usual, till it was too dark even for me to see, let alone the Countess.

The weather forecast for tomorrow says "showers." I will not be tempted again. And the first frost will apparently be on Wednesday, so that'll be plants to be moved and/or covered up then.

I ought to be able to think of a pithy last line, but all I want to do is whimper and lie down.