Fences and family

Lorraine and I up early as a fence man (already thinking of him as the minister of defence) came to have a look at the job to fix our fence with Joy and Jim. A pleasant bloke. Joy was there talking through the hoe in the fence, saying her rose bush was the only thing holding it up. The fence man said it was good we got on. Nearby there were two neighbours in their 70s literally coming to blows when he did a job recently. Both men had the same name. 

Then breakfast, with Pat and Maureen, and a day of assorted family members. Beth and James arrived, as there a bed frame was delivered here for them this morning. The move is within touching distance. James worried about it, and the floorboards that still need to be fixed at their flat.  Later, Ken, Lorraine's brother, arrived, and spent a few hours with us and Pat and Maureen. Lorraine showing him around and they lurked in the garden discussing ponds and potato growing bags. He left on the long drive to catch the ferry to Ireland.  

A night indoors watching TV.