Another lovely sunny day here although a slight breeze makes it necessary to have a coat on. I had my usual trip into town this morning, to collect my prescription from the Chemists, to choose fish for my lunch (haddock today, but not a patch on the sea bass I had last week) and then to go into the cafe to meet friends for coffee. As usual we all had a good chat and I didn't leave until after eleven when friend H and I went home together in my car. By the time I had done the Times 'Mind Games' (which I do every day) it was time to give my haddock a quick fry in butter while the sprouts were cooking. A quick squeeze of lemon juice and it was all ready to eat.
After lunch it would have been easy to persuade myself that I had walked round town this morning and didn't need another walk but I must keep up my resolve to walk every day. So I put on my coat and Percy and I did a different walk round the estate, stopping to chat here and there to various men busy tidying up their gardens - how the sun brings them out with a sweeping brush for the paths and a bucket for the weeds. The sun had brought out every crocus on the estate - purple, yellow, white, purple striped - such a brilliant display. And I saw my first patch of coltsfoot - yes I do know it is a weed but it is a plant I love - the flowers burst forth before the leaves and what a pretty sight they are.
Now it is almost four in the afternoon - the days fly by - and by the time I have finished this it will be time for tea - I need to eat up my sweet and sour chicken with rice so that will only take a minute to get ready. At the moment there is nothing on television that has the slightest appeal so I shall probably watch another episode of Inspector Montelbano from iplayer (thank you Tom for suggesting it - it is just my cup of tea). And I think there are about another thirty episodes to go - I even enjoy the subtitles. My hearing is not brilliant and I don't have to listen I can just relax and read what they are saying.
The first Saturday in the month tomorrow which means Church Coffee morning - it will seem very strange going along without my darling Tess who always went with me.