Worked all day, decided at 2pm with my work colleague who is shadowing me that we have had enough of the heat and constant driving and it's time for an hour in the pub.

So we found one in the wonderful Lincolnshire countryside, ate a beef sandwich each with plenty of salad garnish, washed down with a wonderful pint of Black Sheep. Then back home and into the garden.

Why can't every day be as simple as this one?