This weekend just gone was a reasonably free one; Saturday was taken up with swinging past the Old House to pick up post and make sure it hadn't fallen down ahead of the survey which was booked for today. I dare say we'll hear back about that soonish, but I would hope that the chances of there being anything (majorly) wrong are pretty close to zero. (We've also had confirmation from our solicitor that she has prepared the draft contract and sent it off to the other side; mind you, I think that may well have consisted of blowing the electronic cobwebs off the one that had been prepared last time...). After that we returned home to continue the long process of clearing off bits of garden and feeding them through the chipper -- this would be the New Chipper What Works, as opposed to the Old Chipper Which Didn't. (It's the more expensive of the two Bosch models that Homebase had available; it has a corkscrew mechanism rather than a spinning disk, and eats branches and trimmings like nobody's business. Shame the compost bin is now full...) We also have what looks like a Shambling Mound on the lawn, but it's actually a pile of pond-weed I evicted, much to the delight of the fish (singular), and the frogs (very plural indeed). On Sunday we had a friend of ours from Oxford round for lunch; we hadn't seen her in some years so there was a lot of catching up to do.
Mum is currently in hospital, having gone in on Friday with stomach pains that they thought might have been gallstones, and which have now been categorised as Definitely-Not-Gallstones-We-Think-It-Mi
The weekend prior involved poker on the Friday,