More Covid days

On Tuesday, the digger was to arrive to remove all the lilac trunks and roots from the former hedge area. But we woke to this: the holes dug in our road the other day (which prevented our landscaper from coming on Wednesday) were being filled in today, thus blocking the tiny street once again. The filler-in chaps said they'd be finished in about half an hour but... needless to say, they weren't, and the digger couldn't get down the street. Again. We didn't know this, however, because we went up north to visit the UnBloggables, happily imagining the digger doing its stuff. 

We're not allowed to go in other people's houses so we went to the zoo, which is small but rather good. I'm not fond of things being in cages, but they're reasonably big cages and it was certainly interesting to see the animals at close quarters. Here's a lovely (not that you can see her loveliness) picture of Middle Granddaughter sitting on a wooden tortoise. 

And here is Son, holding her and her brother for another sweet photo on the tortoise. They're so cute!

This is a hornbill of some variety which I forget. It's an amazing-looking bird, almost more like a dinosaur. 

This is the meerkat which had been appointed sentinel, for that morning anyway. It was taking its duties very seriously. 

It was a beautiful day (fortunately, since we had to stay outside) with the trees beginning to show good autumn colour. 

Later we went to the playpark and then fed the ducks

and found some tactahs. Little Grandson is very fond of tactahs, as was his biggest cousin. We had a lovely day. 

Sadly the digger wasn't available yesterday but - tada! - today it was!

 

And it dug up the roots that looked as if they were there for ever. 

This is the current state of play. 

 And these are the roots, awaiting collection. 

Very exciting! I can't wait to see the finished effect - not that it'll be very interesting - just more grass - but it'll add quite a few square feet to my little town garden. 

More restrictions were announced yesterday for the Central Belt of Scotland, though they don't affect us hugely: we're not allowed to mix with other households indoors apart from for childcare purposes; pubs and restaurants are to close at 6pm and aren't allowed to sell alcohol; and we're not to travel outside our region unless for a very good reason. It's only supposed to be for a fortnight, so if this remains the case then we can go and see Son again before too long. I'm not counting my chickens, though. Sigh. And it's rubbish for the hospitality trade.