The weather is back to being hot and humid again today so that it is draining. I read that Hurricane Harriet is on its way - can't come soon enough as it may well bring much needed rain. I half-heartedly pulled up a few thistles, nettles and dandelions from my garden this afternoon but the effort was just too much and I gave up in despair
but I was comforted to find that the soil was slightly damp under the top so the watering has done a bit of good. I am contemplating getting a water butt for the back garden. Looking on line it seems that it is possible to get square ones, which would fit into the space more easily. At present the downpipe from the roof guttering goes directly into the ground - presumably into the drain. So can somebody out there please tell me how I get the water to drain into the butt instead. Any helpful hints and suggestions will be gratefully accepted.
I hate to admit it but there is a sort of frisson in the air before the Football Match tonight. No, I am not a football fan, but they are young men on a mission and they are trying their very hardest and I wish them all the luck in the world. I think they have already got further than anyone expected so now it is in the lap of the gods. Out government is in such disarray that we do need something to take our minds off all the to do.
When we had the referendum I voted to Remain. I thought about it a lot beforehand and decided a) that staying in the European Union was of more benefit to Farming (at the time I was the wife of a farmer) and b) I have always felt European since the advent of the EU and I really didn't wish to go back to just feeling British. But once the die was cast then the majority had had their way and it was vital that we all pull together. Somehow that just hasn't happened. Do I remember rightly in saying that at the time David Cameron said he would stay whichever side the vote came down on? But he didn't - he resigned within hours. I guess the difficulties of leaving are so complex that none of us can understand any of it. But now we get Mrs May saying that after exhaustive talks her whole cabinet were agreed on the way forward and yet less than twenty four hours later two senior figures have resigned saying they don't agree with that way. It all goes right over my head. I almost wish I was interested in footie and tennis - then I would have plenty to think about over the next week or so.
Tess has had her Wednesday walk with friend S and is now stretched out on the kitchen floor exhausted by the heat. Oh to be a dog - nothing goes on in their heads other than food, walkies, numerous pees, the odd poo and a half-hearted bark when anyone rings the doorbell. In other words nothing that takes any effort.