Quite a quiet weekend, mainly due to continuing horrible weather. I did manage to get the lawns mowed though. And I went and bought a whole load of different potting mixes and soil improver. I'm going to spade over the new bed at the back, and plant some potatoes or something. I've got some ericacious mix for the daphne, some regular potting mix for indoor and patio plants, and some seed mix for ... seeds, duh. I got so much because some of the bags were damaged and were half-price. At the moment the 80-litre bag of soil improver is still in the car, because it's too heavy to carry in. Don't worry, I have a plan...

What else? I've been working a lot on Pinky's new website, which has been frustrating and satisfying about equally.

Today I went to a chiropracter to see about my feet/ankles/knees/hips and he's passing me on to a podiatrist, says I'm a "classic pronator" and will need orthotics, special corrective insoles.

Bertie is fine. He chased a deer the other day -- we went to the usual field in the gloaming, and the deer was standing right out under the bridge. When I've seen them before they've been around the edges. A year ago Bertie would have ignored it, but now he's game to take on just about anything except cows. Alan showed up just a few minutes later and was quite put out -- he's never seen deer in all the years he's been coming there, while "everyone else and their dog" has seen them.