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The weather has well and truly broken; it's done nothing but rain for four days. We laffed when we saw that the people in number 45 had sown an enormous lawn (c. 1 acre), but they have been vindicated and I expect to see the thing turn green any day now. They are something of a joke to the other inhabitants of the townland, because last year they decided that they didn't want the great heap of topsoil that was left after building their house, and they paid contractors to carry it away, and dumped it into a bog. Now they've decided that they'll make their garden, so they have bought 20 lorry-loads of topsoil, at an estimated cost of £2000.

I'm trying to buy a wedding present for Gillian and Phil. Having left it hopelessly late (I lost the wedding invitation which had the list number on it), I'm having to make up an assortment of cooking and kitchen stuff. I must get up and fetch my credit card.