To coin a phrase. I have been unable to access my e mails for a couple of days and I have felt utterly deprived. Now this afternoon, as if by magic, they are back. So welcome back e mails!!
Did anyone else watch the programme on BBC Four last evening - AN Wilson talking about TS Eliot. It was an hour of perfect television; I don't think I have ever seen a better programme. If you didn't see it and have access to iplayer then I do urge you to watch it.
My gardener came this morning and I now have a weed free garden and a mown lawn. The forecast for tomorrow is good so I shall be able to plant bulbs and new pansy and viola plants for winter. I wish I could do more myself but I am scared of falling on what is a steep and rather dangerous garden.
Yesterday friends I haven't seen for over thirty years (but who have never stopped writing) came to see me and we had lunch out at a lovely handicapped-friendly restaurant (P is severely handicapped now and is totally wheelchair bound). Today I am tired and dropped off after lunch. Having now taken Tess for her afternoon walk we are about to settle down to watch Antiques Road Trip. I set out to watch it last night but fell asleep shortly after it began and didn't wake up until after the six o'clock news had started. These days visitors do tend to tire me out.
Outside, as I write this, is pure unbroken blue sky - perfect weather