Such a busy day, and unfortunately the thing that fell off the list today was writing this post. So a very short piece, before I turn in for the night.
There was a sweet sadness to the day – it was granddaughter’s second birthday and we were unable to be together in person. The family zoom gathering early in the day was lovely, and she was on great form, giggling and chatting to us and opening some of her presents. But not to be there, well, compared to what many are bearing as nothing, but it meant a lot to us.
Anyway, what is is, and it’s our misfortune to live in a country where the government has royally messed up and tens of thousands are unnecessarily dead as a result, with more to come. In the context, missing a little girl’s birthday is a minor inconvenience.
I spent much of the rest of the day gardening in one form or another – moving two worm bins to a new position in the garden (one freegled for youngest son, who turned out not to like worms; the other a former dustbin repurposed by Malcolm); rearranging some garden pots ready for planting up; a bit of weeding in the garden; the weekly clean out of the hen house; lots and lots of weeding on the allotment once it was in the shade); and lots and lots of watering as usual.
Making a new bed on the allotment from dividers given to me by a neighbour (unwanted from their garden). This will be for herbs.
A little bit of reading and some light TV watching, which is all I feel like doing by the time the evening arrives, and here we are.
Another day tomorrow, and it’s the weekend. I hope you’re well. Stay home. Stay safe. See you tomorrow xx
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