todayiamadaisy | Does it rain every morning?

My mother has been haunting the local nursery's website, waiting for sugar cane mulch to be back in stock. It appeared last Sunday, so she did her order, and a delivery truck turned up on Monday. Ten bales of dried sugar cane, all stacked in the garage. It smells like rum.

There is a fairy ring of toadstools on the back lawn.

Back in the early days of lockdown, when there was a run on flour in the supermarket, I had to buy the only plain flour left on the shelves, which was normal plain flour, but in a (more expensive but reusable) fancy blue tin, instead of a paper bag. This week, I noticed that now they had a red tin for the self-raising flour, so I bought one of them, and now I have matching fancy tins of flour.

The nights are starting to draw in. It's not dark when I finish work, but it's definitely no longer day. I've taken to going for a walk during my lunch break just to get a bit of sunlight. That's how I found out the house on the corner has guinea pigs, two hutches of them: one with four and one with two. They put them in their front garden during the day.

Across the road from the guinea pigs the other day was a woman out walking with three little girls and a dachshund pup. The pup noticed a little black and white cat sitting on a fence. The cat sat. The dachshund yipped. The cat looked away. The dachshund kept yipping. The little girls giggled. The woman eventually had to pick the pup up to keep going.

Next Doors have had a new front door installed.

Alistair's anniversary was on Friday. Five years he's been here now. I bought him some fancy kangaroo mince to mark the occasion. He didn't like it.

And that's all the excitement for this week.

Weekly knitting photo: I slacked off a bit this week, and only just managed to finish the fifth stripe. Only one to go.