Saturday, August 1, 2020

Fishy moment on the steps

I'd just put a whole (small) salmon on the bbq and was looking for my phone to call Margaret and figure out where she was when suddenly I heard her calling for help. One of the boards between the steps and the house had rotted away and collapsed beneath her. Bruised but nothing broken (including the new mint gin she was carrying), we had a lovely lunch. 
Later I ran some stuff over to Gertrud's on my way to get supplies for the step and picked a bushel of her purple weeds. 

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