a sore shoulder (internal structure not external surface).

now had the engineer from the water board come out and fix the external stopcock. Which means I could theoretically have a plumber back inside to fix the internal mains stopcock (and the kitchen-garden tap one etc).

got back to the water board about the internal problem (of mains water shooting out of the side of the house) being fixed but the external stopcock not working.

been having another fight with online banking.

that Agatha Christie wrote about James Bond (and the wrong trousers) before Ian Fleming (and Nick Park) did.

been out in the dawn dusk & remnants of the storm to prune back the buddleia and make the outside stopcock plate for the house more obvious / accessible.

my neighbours who are uni friends have lost a tile completely from their (newly repaired!) roof and some others look loose.

still in a no-plumbers-to-be-had zone.

a plumbing emergency and no plumber available. My old plumber retired just before the pandemic and I was about the only person he still came out for. His previous phone number is not being answered by a person.

a green woodpecker flew into my garden and landed on the mostly dead judas tree.