Sunday was one of those days that you just don't want to end. I had the specter of some tough and not very pleasant work to do on the Monday and Tuesday. H and Miss L went off to bed and left me with Dad's TV. I was restless so decided that there was a job I could do in the garden even in the dark. The wooden chairs on the decking, at the the top of the garden, need disposing of as they are falling to bits. I got the bit of The Guardian with the crossword on that I could not complete and used it as kindling to get the chiminea going. I broke up the chair which was dead easy and spent a pleasant hour feeding the chiminea, looking at the stars accompanied by a nice glass of Sherry. I am definitely getting old or is it that I am just easy to please.
Something went "plop" in the dark. I switched on my torch and scanned around the pond. Sure enough there was the beady eyes of a Toad looking back at me from the pond weed. Slowly he sunk beneath the water, "you ain't seen me, right". I scanned the torch round again and counted five Newts. They were all the common type of Newt, both males and female. Despite the prolonged cold of winter the Newts had made it. Seeing the Newts finished off a very nice weekend.
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