A deliciously slow and relaxing morning. A leisurely breakfast that lasted until 10, then a few things done around the house before elevenses (at 11, natch). Then some gentle STOing and browsing craft books (I’ve been asked if I could make some bunting for granddaughter’s garden den). More reading (still Wolf Hall) took me up to lunchtime.
Enjoying watching the wind and rain outside, and relishing being in the warm and dry.
And then it all sort of went downhill a bit when I went out to water the greenhouse and collect the eggs and discovered that the hens had got into the sweetcorn enclosure and eaten up all the plants, including the courgettes and the cucumbers. My fault for not securing the barrier well enough. Lesson learned. I’ve sown some more corn, and fortunately have enough courgette and cucumber plants doing well elsewhere on the plot for it not to matter.
After that a quiet time reading Wolf Hall, trying not to contemplate too much all the horrors going on in the world at large, and watching The Cellist streamed from The Royal Opera House (an organisation that regretably has not covered itself in glory in the way it has addressed, or rather failed to address, BLM – to the dismay of their BAME staff and I assume many of their white staff too).
And so to bed.
I hope that you are bearing up, and that I’ll see you again tomorrow. Stay home (if you can), and stay safe xx