We had guests staying at the weekend. As one of them was Big Nana we had to make special efforts with big Strawberries so this was on the menu:
As it was the hottest weekend since Records began (that was when wax cylinders died out due to melting) we had to have every window in the house wide open each night. Fortunately the kindly staff at Railtrack had lined up some nocturnal entertainment behind our house in the form of a crack formation team of noise making machines.
They took the line out, dug 3 feet below the line, replaced it and put the line back. Not very quietly.
There were hot dogs in the garden:
And when I did the car boot sale on Sunday I met this bloke wandering around with a 7 week old chihuahua. Turned out he wasn't giving the little soul an outing, he was selling them at £300 each. I should have noticed his T Shirt.