Today, for the first time since the farmer died, I am alone all day. Friends have been so good at keeping me occupied and inviting me out for meals but today I face stark reality.
So far it has gone very well - I am concentrating on filling every minute if I can. My cleaner came at 9am and I put on two loads of washing at about the same time. After we had had our coffee she went and I took Tess and drove into town for my newspaper. Then I came back the long way round and we walked up 'our' lane. For once there is very little wind and the sun is out and walking up the lane was a pleasure with the sun on my back.
Along the sides of the lane the cowslips and dandelions were out and in the wood the cock pheasants were calling out. I let Tess off the lead and she rarely strayed far from my side.
Now, after lunch (ready meal lasagne with carrots and broccoli) I am about to iron this morning's washing and then sort out some more books for the charity shop.
At the moment I tend to feel tired without actually doing anything to make me tired. I still have to fit in a couple of ukulele practices - only maybe five minutes each time, but 'little and often' tends to make the fingering stick in one's mind more easily. Time will tell.