Retired for over thirty years, widowed for eighteen months, moved into a new bungalow a year ago - that kind of history doesn't sound as though it generates much in the way of activity does it? Well you would be wrong to think that because yesterday was a case in point. Six times I switched on to write a post and six times an interruption - either at the door or on the telephone - delayed me and made me switch off the computer. Finally, when it got to eight in the evening I gave up as a bad job and watched Rick Stein - even then he was interrupted by a phone call from my son. We spoke for an hour, as we often do, mostly about Politics and War, and consequently I went to bed late and didn\t get to sleep until four this morning as my mind was too active.
Today is another day. The sky is a clear, unbroken blue, the sun is shining and it is a beautifully warm Autumn day. Tess and I had our morning walk rather late as I slept in. We met half a dozen dog-walkers and chatted and by the time we got home my fencer was here giving the completed fence a coat of creosote. It looks splendid. He has made such a good job of it.
Now all that will be left to do is for me to plant the tulip bulbs. In the night, when I couldn\t sleep I devised a plan - I shall divide the border into sections with bits of wood and plant one section of 50 bulbs each day, leaving the wood in place for now so that there will not be a gap between plantings. That way I shall not get over-tired with bending down (I hope). Tomorrow may well be the day on which I begin (after my usual Friday lunch out). Derek may well be right when he says it is far too late to plant the Mysotis. But the sun is warm, the plants were only fifty pence a tray, so it is worth a try. I love them in a garden and I love shaking the plants around as they go to seed so that eventually they are everywhere. How could anyone resist that heavenly blue?
I shall go and cook my jacket potato and my stir-fry now. This afternoon is ukuleles with the Alzheimer's patients and carers. I love that and so do they. It is a joyous afternoon.