Sunday.

Lying in bath listening to The Archers from next door. Not from Farmer in Half a Sack, but from The Lofty One and Wife, whose radio must be very close to my bathroom. Often hear The Lofty One cough, and worse, which is a bit gruesome. Am not venturing out today after debacle at petrol pump yesterday. (See earlier post). Am in fact waiting for Andy Murray to play in the Final at Queens. Two is On his Computer again. Well, so am I, but that's entirely different. Am waiting for todays Deliberate Mistake. He keeps asking which day it is, so am ever more worried is early onset of senile dementia. Also has taken to standing at window and chuckling at antics of birds. And Cyril, his not very imaginatively named squirrel friend. Time was when Two hurled plastic milk cartons at Cyril, in an effort to deter him from sneaking onto the bird table. Two has now decided that Cyril is a determined and highly intelligent rodent, and has given him free reign in the back yard. We have mountains of bird food in carrier bags littering the living room. He is out in yard now, sprinkling more nuts, seeds and God knows what onto the bird table. The birds queue up on gate waiting to get on there.