Roman has gone on his school residential trip. Back tomorrow.
I finished my book.
Anais was home late as she helped to make cakes for Red Nose day tomorrow.
The washing machine is kaput. The drum has gone on it and it makes a racket when it spins. Mark phoned the repair shop down the road for advice and they said it wasn't worth repairing it, just scrap it. So this weekend we shall be washing machine shopping.
Yesterday, four years ago, a tree fell down in the back garden.
Today, four years ago, we had seven inches of snow.