Bloods mucking about a bit at the mo, grrrrr, but then the cartridges are moving from middle age to the pensionable phase of their short two week life. Single numbers but not as low down the scale as I’d like. Ah well, oh for more walking. Tackling the weeds in heavy clay soil’s just not as good and it definitely duffs up knees and back. I think a coffee by the pond to see if the newts are back yet will defer the weed war. Husband cut the grass yesterday so good scents too, and I’ll raise the mug to kev’s birthday.