The day started off bright and sunny. Despite what I said the other day, I decided I would hang out some laundry. Rain was forecast but not till the afternoon. As I was pegging up the last of it, one of the crows flapped overhead, cawing loudly, and, I thought, rather mockingly.

Sure enough, as I walked back to the house, the rain began to fall. It was that fine smirring rain that soaks right into everything. The wisdom of crows…

I spent the morning in the big polycrub, cutting down the autumn raspberries and trying in the summer ones. There were just a few berries left - a final treat for the gardener. It was good to get that job done. I gave everything else a really good watering.

It was after midday when I got back in, so I had a quick lunch - sardines and salad, tidied round and sorted out my wet washing.

Dinner was Chana Dahl, roast buttercup squash with chilli, and pitta bread. It was very yellow, but superb nonetheless.

We watched more Parks and Recreation and I caught up with my knitting. The festive edition of The English Home magazine arrived but I'll save it for the weekend.