This weekend didn't really go to the original plan.
It started on Friday when we were phoned to say that the place we were supposed to be staying on Saturday had been flooded. They offered a refund and we scrapped our plans completely, although some tickets became unusable.
I'm reminded that I'd seen a single magpie in the garden but am not superstitious in that 'one for sorrow' way, although a little later a novice nightingale flew into a window and succeeded in knocking itself out.
I moved it into some bushes and a few hours later saw it hopping about again. Stunning stuff.
Then we had a mini illness sweep the house. I'm okay, but we ended up getting a supply of antibiotics and narcotics from the weekend doctor.
Personally, I'll be sticking to drinking coffee. Freshly ground at the moment.
So Saturday was scrapped and Sunday diverted. Normal service should have resumed by Monday.