I’m hiding upstairs while Mrs 6000 hosts the monthly girls’ dinner downstairs. It’s early but the the wine is already flowing. The kids have sensibly vacated the house and headed off to Scouts for the evening.
Thirty-five excitable teenagers might arguably make as much noise as nine middle-aged women, but if you’re actively involved, then maybe it’s a bit different.
I’ll be off to collect them (the kids, not the middle-aged women) a bit later, but hopefully before the cold front hits us this evening, bringing with it plenty (or more) of rain. This dotted black line dipping away from the blue line shows that we really do need it:
…but we really don’t need it until I’m back safe and warm inside in front of the football, thank you very much.
More tomorrow assuming I survive the weather and the girls downstairs.