Although yesterday was busy, this morning the tractors were out first light. Not to be outdone, and no doubt to the horror of Rod Liddle, I’d trapped and despatched three irritating critters before breakfast. Have spent the rest of the day repairing fences and hacking at undergrowth – mowing Mrs G’s half-acre of lawn. Trust me, there are worst ways to while away time – it’s been a near perfect day. If only I hadn’t just slopped a half-pint of Amstel on my keyboard.