Friend S came a day early this week to take Tess for her walk because the forecast for tomorrow is not too good and Tess can come to our Poetry with me and so will get to go out anyway. Needless to say Tess was ecstatic at the idea of a walk regardless of what day of the week it was and, because there were beast in the field she usually walks through, they went on an extra long walk. It is good to have friends who are so thoughtful and so good to me and Tess.
I have been busy all day doing various little jobs which have wanted doing for a long time. Each one has proved satisfying and now, as I settle down for the evening, I feel a glow from all the little things I have done that I no longer have to think about. Dishwasher and Washing machine have both had a thorough cleanse with special stuff and as a result smell fresh and lemony. The knife drawer is clean and tidy, the fridge has been emptied and washed out, as has the microwave. The dog beds have been aired and are ready to be put back in the two beds (one daytime and one nighttime), pots in the garden have been watered.
As I write the sky is beginning to cloud over with high cloud. The barometer has gone back steadily every day since Saturday and I really hope that some of that forecast rain falls on our gardens here. Sorry for those on holiday up here in the Dales but the gardens are desperate.
I shall go now and watch The Yorkshire Vet and then Ben Fogle with somebody who has opted out of modern life and is living in some remote place somewhere. Some times, when the news gets as awful as it is at present there is something rather attractive about the prospect don't you think?