Excellent, BD. I think I have sat in that very bar, with that very view. Drinking beer out of glasses shaped like boots, for some reason.
Good day with Aged Ps yesterday. Mum even bought some eggs and hid them in the garden, which was both remarkably organised and remarkably energetic. All cousins played nicely, and a good time was had by all. I think.
While I was out DP ripped up the bathroom floor. Something we've been meaning to do for about 10 years. I had the bright idea back then of using dark brown cork tiles, but the rough side 'for texture'. Said texture then went on to collect all the light-coloured oomska of a bathroom, and resisted all attempts to clean it, so the bathroom looked foul and dirty even when it wasn't. Now, however, we have bare floorboards. I want to just clean them down and paint them white, which would match the hallway. But naturally this next stage won't happen for about six months.
I had a brief tussle with the garden - pruning back a berberis (ouch) and the fig, and planting some sedum our friends in Dugeness gave us. Our garden style is best described as 'survival of the fittest', meaning it's grass, ivy, geraniums, sedums, a fig tree that refuses to give up the ghost despite heavy pruning, two hardy peonies and a shedload of honeysuckle and periwinkle. The latter two are very vigorous, which is a problem in our hanky-sized plot.
DP now roasting a chicken, and after scoffing that we're going to Easter Sunday choir service, where DS will become a full chorister, and be given his white surplice in a strange-sounding ceremony. Please Lord let the service end before Line of Duty!