Friday 13th began with me dragging a clean cup off the shelf of an eye-level kitchen cabinet with a sticking plaster I'd applied to protect my shattered left thumb nail that had caught the inside of the mug's handle as I placed it. I didn't have time to grab for for the mug before its fall was deflected by a stack of silicone baking sheets piled on top of the bread-maker. The mug flipped over one whole turn in the air and landed securely and perpendicular in the centre of a flower pot next to the draining-board. The plant was fine, the mug lightly soiled.
The weather broke today, ending two weeks of warm and largely sunny days. We sailed again, last weekend; Sunday tacking and running with the tides of the Needles Channel in a force 4. Saturday's second cut of the lawn was just in time to smooth the sward ready to catch the first drizzle of apple petals.
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