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Another couple of days off and I'm exhausted. Got a little more work done which I need to email to myself at work for printing and then liberal chopping about with. I don't think I mentioned it but we had a tree cut down for us at the end of last week- it was always marked to go as it was messy and had grown awkwardly on the boundary between us and next door and its branches were worryingly tangled round the telegraph pole. So it was chopped down into branches and 'chunks' and dragged through to fill the back garden. The past few days of suprisingly dry weather have been a flurry of chopping into small pieces- the thin lot (eight trug-fulls) to the tip and then a selection for Zog's rabbits, kindling for a couple of relatives who have wood-burners and then fat logs for my Uncle who has a log fire (and also usefully a chainsaw)

We've spent the afternoons each day in the garden with Snoopy stealing sticks every time anyone sawed or cut a new one. It's been quite good mostly, although tiring.