Spent half an hour checking up on Hnaef. He's back supervising the hay-making. I would have helped, but you know how that makes one perspire.
Then ten minutes going through the books. Mr Manston is so clear in his book-keeping. Although I'm sure MS Excel would push him into a new dimension.
And finally dinner for a few local worthies and grandes dames. Six courses, of course, and we've opened up some of the better bottles from the cellar rather than the cider we stick with when the gentry aren't around.
So anyway, I'm shattered now. Off to bed, and no chance of seeing the International Space Station this century.