Throughout the day the promised rain fell steadily.
Early this evening we experienced a power cut for a couple of hours. The meat was in the oven; nothing worked; because of lockdown no alternative eating establishments were open; I had not prepared a post.
Fortunately the Culinary Queen had stocked up yesterday on salads and cold meats and had hard boiled a couple of eggs this morning. We therefore dined comfortably on an uncooked meal while watching Nugget swooping onto his feeder and making off with mouthfuls.
I finished reading Anthony Trollope’s “Framley Parsonage”, and will report on that tomorrow.
Also fortunately the Assistant Photographer had toured the garden earlier in the day to “photograph some wet things”.
Here they are. Notice all the raindrops. I trust the pictures can speak for themselves because I am knackered.