Haven't done much today...
Sorted some more books out to go to the charity shop...it almost breaks my heart you know...but I've stayed resolute. Himself has taken about five hundred assorted paper and hardbacks over the last six months...the puzzle is, we still don't appear to have any free space.
Spoke sharply to the Kindle and then found the receipt...according to the very small print the shop will give out a brand new Kindle if the original dies before the three years is up...told Himself and he said he knew that. So I looked daggers at him and he went outside to cut something down with the strimmer...
Tom, from next door, called to say he is going to put a building up in the field near us and did we have any objections and we said we didn't...'cos we haven't. He looked at my oxygen thingy and asked how long I have to use it...told him 24 hours a day. He crossed himself hastily...Sweet Mary, Mother of God he muttered...then he beat a hasty retreat and went stumping up the street talking to himself...
Went to see how my flower pots are faring after the high winds and endless rain...the poor Marigolds are sort of squashy, the Pansies are more or less flat and the Pinks are rotting before they have the chance to open properly...but there are a few Broad beans ready...we only like them when they're tiny. And the carrots, which I planted into a window box sized tub have done well...the Beetroot are a bit pathetic though.
New week coming, ready or not...
The rose in the photo is called Galway Bay.