It seems that the whole family will be away this weekend, apart from me and Squiffany. Al, Dilly and Pugsley are going to London on Sunday and the Sage is likely to be in Gloucestershire. Squiffany is going to a party on Sunday, so will miss the visit, but it's to see a friend of Dilly's who's over from Australia, so not geared to children's events. I'm hoping for a blogmeet, with Eddie 2-Sox and his son, Sam 2-Sox.
All being well, we're hoping to get in a morning's bricklaying tomorrow. We've marked the places where the ornamental bricks are to go, so that's what we'll start on. Well, Dave will, I've got some other bricks to lay.
I'm not sure that I ever told you the end of the story about the fire in Yagnub - it turned out that it wasn't a grudge against the landlord after all, and that the flat was empty but was not unoccupied. Apparently, a young woman lives there, she had a disagreement with her boyfriend just before going on holiday. So, in spite, he broke in and set fire to all her stuff. He was arrested the next day. I should add, of course, because the case hasn't come to court yet, "allegedly". The butchery was shut for a week but is open again now and there's scaffolding up, I saw the builder and the landlord there on Saturday. The landlord looked harassed, poor chap.
English cherries now finished, but the first apples are in, and there are plenty of plums. We had some gorgeous local raspberries this evening.
We seem to have some fairly hefty fairies in the garden, who have arranged some of the logs into a ring to dance in. Or whatever fairies do in rings.