Is it just me, or is everyone else the same? This weekend has been August Bank Holiday week-end so that everything has now got out of sync. My cleaner usually comes on a monday, but chose to come today instead, which means that now I shall think it is Monday all day.
I am a bit like Eliot's J Alfred Prufrock, who measured out his life in coffee spoons, only I measure out my retirement life in various activities which tend to always happen on the same day each week.
Monday - cleaner and washday; Tuesday - into town with a friend to the Bank; Wednesday afternoon - exercise class; Thursday - hair day; Friday - coffee with friends in town; Saturday - often into town with a friend; Sunday - every other Sunday out for lunch when the farmer walks with his walking group. In addition I have to fit in any other things - this week it is a visit to the Physiotherapist for example. It does make the weeks pass by quickly and enjoyably, but any deviation and I am thrown into confusion.
Today the farmer has started second crop silaging. There is a good, heavy crop of grass and as I write this I can hear him cutting the paddock next to the house. The weather forecast is not brilliant, but silage is not quite as critical as hay and he is hoping for the best.
I have just made a plum crumble for lunch with this morning's crop of ripe plums picked before the wasps got at them. The complete pea crop from the veggie garden is now in the freezer and the broad beans are almost finished. My spare 'garden' freezer is nearly full - maybe just room left for the runner beans as we had the first ones for lunch yesterday and they were delicious.
There is something so satisfying about eating one's own produce, particularly when, like me, all you have to do is cook and eat it as the farmer has done all the hard work.