Summertime ...

..and the living is easy; or at least that's how the song goes.  Here in the south-west of France we've assumed our 'summer' routine.
During the morning (or all day if you're stupid enough, and remember we're English) Sue works in the garden and I work in the house. I'm under instructions to try to finish the landing outside the bedrooms by next weekend when we have some visitors so I'm putting some stones above a beam to tidy it up before I can lay the flooring.

 In the afternoons it's a bit hot for work (like 35degrees-ish).  In the evening when it starts to cool down it's time to water the garden.

All of this activity is very tiring for some of the members of the team.