It’s a bright morning. I’ve got one eye open for our gardener. She’s not been yet this week &, to me, it looks as good a day as she’ll get this week.
Yesterday we didn’t get out. Instead the man came to service our central heating boiler & gas fire. We arranged his visit at the beginning of September. It’s taken until now for him to finally get here. He always does a thorough job but the long wait got to us. Next year we will maybe try to find someone else, someone less busy. Admittedly I suspect he would have been straight round if we’d said the equipment was misbehaving & we were cold, without heating or hot water. Anyhow we’ll decide next year.
The plumber who came part owns a wine shop. His enthusiasm for wine is great. It may be something to do with his Spanish heritage - his parents are Spanish. Certainly we both smiled when we heard the pop of the cork coming out of the bottle the Fox was decanting in the kitchen ready for dinner. It’s always nice to find another wine lover.