Saturday: Walked the pup and managed to find another dog, little Staffy boy (very unusual colour, blue and brindle with white patches). With the assistance of our postie, managed to reunite him with his owner, about a mile down the road. Little sod had escaped.
Gave the front lawn its first cut of the year.
Watched a bit of Prince Phillip's funeral and felt sorry for the Queen sat on her own. Fuck covid, she shouldn't have been on her own like that and neither should anyone else in that situation. Loved his hearse, though. The man is a legend!
Walked the pup again.
Sunday: went to Mass.
Went out on the 'Bird for the first time since last October. Overtook a quad bike on the road up Bwlch mountain and scared myself shitless; I'd forgotten how quick the old girl is!
Helped Mrs P chop a bush down that is apparently destroying one side of the garden. Fed most of it through the mulcher that our predecessors thoughtfully left behind in the garage when they moved out.
Walked the pup.