Meaning a quiet day doing virtually nothing beyond reading, and helping my wife remove a rash of paint speckles that have appeared on her car, rather as if someone was cleaning a paintbrush and shook it off next to it. Soapy water and applying great pressure with a J cloth achieved the task and also constituted a useful upper body workout.
This afternoon I mowed the grass for the first time this year, the season being held back by the harsh winter. In recent years it has been so mild a couple of times I have even found it necessary to do it in January.
This evening some delightful neighbours, who have learnt of our domestic plight, invited us for a very nice chicken dinner. Afterwards, we sat in the dining room until almost encased in evening twilight. Then we remembered the Masters coverage begins early tonight and we broke it up. If it lives up to yesterday's excitement, with Phil Mickelson launching an extraordinary charge on the back nine, it should be brilliant- especially as 2 Brits appear to be in commanding positions as I write this.
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