Coals to Newcastle

Sunday - meant to be a day of rest, but not in this house today. Mum and Dad are stressed - we have some friends round this afternoon for a meal, but these are no ordinary food guests. He ("A") owns and is main chef in a restaurant close to here, so it's a bit like bringing coals to Newcastle. They're sure he won't be critical, but it's still a bit awe inspiring for "us" hoping our food will be up to scratch - this is the first time they've been round for food. Let's call them "A and B Chefs". No pressure then!

Mum's also insisting on a cleaning blitz, so it's all human hands on deck, and all dogs better shut up and keep out of the way. Suits me - still tired from yesterday's adventures and actually feeling a bit under the weather. Actually "we" don't even really know how these people are with dogs. We'll have to wait and see.

Meanwhile, it's now tanking down. We snuck a walk in earlier, before the rain, but Dad was sent up to harvest some good veg for the guests and got caught in the most horredous rain shower. For a while he was taking shelter in a neighbouring plot holder's shed, but in the end the needs of guest cookery overcame the need to stay dry, and there he was, gathering beans with the rain sluicing down, digging young leeks and potatoes, trying to pick fruit without too much accompanying rainwater. He came back looking like a drowned rat, and was sent straight to the shower by "she who must be obeyed".

They are now enjoying a brief (all-be-it slightly tense) respite before the Chefs arrive

Good luck Mum (and Dad)
Deefs