I completed an open-topped assembly-bench and ramp, with trailer-winch, for working on my steam-wagon without having to grovel on a ground that seems closer than it used to be but harder to descend to in a controlled fashion, but much further away when I try to get up again.
Last task on that this evening was securing the vehicle on the bench and sheeting it down.
Last task while it was still vaguely light was going into my late neighbour's overgrown garden to cut down some enormous weeds I did not want seeding over the wall (down prevailing wind) into mine and my other neighbour's. Their stems, some approaching an inch thick at the base below the first branches, and up to about six feet tall, were soft enough for secateurs. I am no botanist so I don't know what they are, but I hope they are not some notifiable species or armed with something yet to get me. Triffids, probably.
(Late neighbour – a man living alone, found fatally collapsed in the street elsewhere in the village, two or three months ago. He had partially cleared his garden but it is now a jungle and his relatives, although local, have done nothing with it. I don't think they've even finished clearing his belongings out, but I might be wrong. I've only seen them there once. His small front garden like mine, is mainly a shrubbery and I've taken it on myself to trim the bushes back to the wall, along with mine, when they start to overhang the pavement. )
Then indoors, brew, reply to a private seller on this very forum.