Broken windows and empty hallways, A pale dead moon in a sky streaked with grey. Human kindness is overflowing, And I think it's going to rain today.

I've just finished listening to that song - Peter Gabriel's version - and I looked out at the sky, and I think it's not going to rain a drop. Human kindness is doing very well, however.

For the third year running, Naomi has the garden open to the public on Friday as part of the Sustainable St Albans Open Food Gardens event, and keeping everything green and pleasant hasn't been easy in recent weather. There's no hosepipe ban here yet, but we try not to overdo the watering and be wasteful. If I were on the waterways, I'd be concerned about canal levels, stoppages and closures. Here, I'm worrying about the pond. Sorry to be so trivial!

Decorating's progressing at a stroll. It was Grace's entieth birthday on Friday. I'd planned for the two of us to be out for the day, visiting somewhere beautiful and interesting, but she, bless her, made the executive decision that we'd spend the day decorating. So now the walls of the hall, stairs and landing have been stripped, and the paint and wallpaper bought. Ceilings and paintwork have been washed and prepared for painting, and the painting is now underway. We have a job-share in action. I do the preparation, Grace does the painting. I've commented before on my abstract expressionist approach to that task.

Parallel to the decorating, Naomi and I have made a start on the dreadful task of removing decades of clutter from the loft. What a godsend are Freegle and Freecycle! A child's bed and a teenager's wardrobe were advertised and taken in 24 hours! And there's plenty more where those came from. It's going to be very interesting to find out what's hiding in the far depths.

A new sofa's being delivered on Monday, and I've reduced to a large pile of  recycling the 20 year-old, totally knackered one that it's replacing.

Grace has been lobbying for it to go for the past ten years, but the rest of us have firmly resisted. My vote tipped the balance in her favour a couple of months ago when I realised just how exhausted the poor old thing was. The sofa, that is. Not Grace. Consequent to the purchase of the new model was the decision that the wall against which it will lounge needed to be painted another colour. We went with the distraction, and painted it.

It's in my mind that this kind of knock-on effect will come into play several times as we progress the decorating. We'll probably end up doing the whole house.

Boats are wonderful. There's so little of their interior to maintain!

Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles with frozen smiles to chase love away. Human kindness is overflowing, and I think it's going to rain today.

Fat chance!