Some days are quite busy and this was one of them. The lady who cleans for me goes through the bungalow on Monday mornings. That done I had to prepare all the papers for the accountant coming after lunch. That was a good hour when at least the weight of filling in a whole load of tax forms was passed over to someone else. As soon as she had gone Tess and I went to the Garden Centre to buy some plants for my tubs by the front door. As I stepped out of the car the heavens opened and we had a downpour, so I looked round the plants in the rain. Home again of course the sun came out and now, in the evening, it is really pleasant. Sadly there was not enough rain to help my parched garden so I am hoping my gardener calls in tomorrow to water my evergreens just put in, which really do need water.
Those of us who love gardening (even if, like me, you have to ask someone else to do it these days) are in for a real treat this week as it is The Chelsea Flower Show and it has really good coverage on the television. If only they would tell me what to do about the plague of my life 'Mares Tail'.
A dear friend, one of the four of us who lunch together on Sundays, sadly lost her beloved cat yesterday - run over and so badly injured that he had to be put to sleep. W is well in her nineties and talked about her cat constantly - he was obviously a very large part of her life. She will miss him terribly and wonders whether or not to get a replacement. She is surrounded by her family but as with all of us as we age - do we get another faithfuly pet or not. It is a dilemma.