I think we are just enjoying the last of the lovely weather before the promised deluges. I shall weed the driveway cracks between the flagstones I think - back-breaking but it needs to be done and I refuse to spray.
I remember the feeling of being obsessed with the smart meter! Unfortunately the box in the house doesn’t talk to it any longer, and British Gas boiler service wasn’t interested in being helpful when he came, so I’m going to have to try and contact them to get a replacement. 😩
So excited about your youngest grandson entering the world of academia, but it’s really bittersweet, isn’t it. That feeling that they’re not quite yours any more. 😕