The dog went home and I raised my head from the world of dogfood, chewsticks and the downstay. The cat came in again, somewhat crossly, and made its displeasure at its exile clear by sleeping in my chair instead of on the sofa.
At the beginning of the week the garden was glowing in summer heat. Even the roses were throwing a last glorious party. By the end of it, the temperature had dropped ten degrees and the wind had flattened the cosmos, still flowering their hearts out in the cutting garden.
Inside the stripy little Welsummer chicks were beginning to show their first true feathers.
As the dog's owner returned, I disappeared off for a weekend with elder daughter, son in law and nearly two year old grandson. Grandson makes me laugh all the time. He is obsessed with cars and trains and all kind of vehicles and rides everywhere on his little trike, beeping slowly and carefully every time he goes backwards to show that he is reversing.
He plays with total concentration and finds the world amazingly sunny and amusing.
And more progress in the kitchen when I get home. I might just do a little jig when it is all done.