Wow, you've been talkative, again.
Not left the house, today. I have HMS and, while exercise helps immensely, I CBA today as I'm too bloody sore right down from my neck to my bunions. I need stretching on a rack, I think. I've mostly been offering helpful advice to DH who has been ripping up the rotten decking by our patio doors. So far, he's been on a murder spree at screwfix and B&Q for parts to fix various drain pipes and waste pipes because no bloody wonder the decking was rotten and it's a wonder the whole extension wasn't damp. He now needs to commit further atrocities to fix the guttering that broke when he had to remove the drain pipe to clear out the 4" plug of composted leaves that were preventing it from emptying and to try and source a grid to prevent it from filling with leaves in the first place, since the way the cowboys put it all together means that nothing solid can get out of the bottom of it.
And, with the weedstop lifted while the sodden ground from the pipe that shot every drop of water from our kitchen straight over the top of the drain cover, into the ground under our house dries, the kitchen is now full of black dust.
Anyhow, DH's danger buffoonerly, this weekend, will hopefully mean I have somwhere to sit in the garden with a glass of wine, in the evenings, again, at some point. In reality, it will guarantee rain every day from the day before he completes the job until September, when it's too cold to bother.