Nevertheless there are always jobs to be done aren't there? Man was off doing manly things up the garden with hedge trimmers and drills and I stayed in the house getting all the jobs I'd usually do on a Sunday done today out of the way. There's another load of washing to go out first thing tomorrow if the weather stays dry and I shall hopefully be able to get to do some weeding too. We're having a big purge on the garden as him indoors has a rather notable birthday occurring very shortly after we come back from holiday and I don't want to leave everything until last minute.
The buzzard has been hovering and soaring just over the top of the house for most of the day, calling plaintively and sending the chickens in to paroxysms of stressy chuntering. There have been as many as five overhead at times when the family has been raised, but today there was just one, being bullied by the crows and magpies if he came too low. Bully birds!
The soft fruit is so plentiful and cheap at the moment I went a little overboard yesterday when it was knocked down. By this morning, though, it had begun to collapse so although 30 degrees of heat isn't really conducive to heavy, hot puds - the addition of ice cream will of course help the apple, raspberry and blackberry crumble down nicely!