Good morning from a sunny Sarthe, and Happy May Day! I am quite jealous of DW Ashcombe off to her holiday retreat for a few days. While not so very far from her rather nice flat, it is a world away in ambience. She notes the derisory Wifi, which inter alia means we cannot enjoy our daily Zoom. It probably means I will neither see nor speak to a soul until Tuesday!
Yesterday my cleaner was here - and cut my hair! It's the second time she has done so, and the result is more than passable. The previous afternoon, she and her lover had been here working on the flowerbed that used to be my pond. Her chap had brought two bucketloads of earth last year - a bucketload in this case being the front-bucket on his Manitou, a poor-man's JCB! We have now done an initial sowing of wild-flower seeds, and await results.
I am sorry that Greyduster had been awake in the night turning over a problem. They always magnify big-time in the small hours. As it happens, my cleaner had complained of the same sad problem yesterday morning, she had got up at 03.30 and done some ironing! She is Scots, and a little unusual, in that, while most cleaners live in modest circs, she owns her own house and 17 acres around it! She has been 'seeing' her married lover for 8 years, but even though he has now lived with her for almost a year, she isn't very happy. Divorce, and breaking up the business with his wife for their 400-acre farm is proving difficult. Wifey is justifiably vexatious - as we all might be - not to mention avaricious.
I shall be watching the Grand Prix this weekend. Our man Sir Lewis (I met him once, now nearly 20 years ago!) is on good form yet again. Fingers crossed.
May (sorry) your Bank Holiday Weekend yield all you hope for.