A gloriously wet day here today - the garden looks so good - a lot of work done on it yesterday and then a really good water today. What could be better. I see the Mares Tail is just coming through. It has to be at least twenty centimetres tall before it is beaten down and sprayed with weed killer so much to my gardeners horror that does give time for the wonderful big pink poppies that have seeded themselves all over the place to grow a bit taller, flower and spread seed. Actually Mares Tail is not ugly to look at, it is really quite an attractive plant, but - like Ground Elder and Creeping Buttercup - if left to its own devices it will take over the whole garden.
This morning I got up, had my breakfast, tidied the whole bungalow, set off the dishwasher, took my book and went back to bed. I had no intention of going out in the rain, I had nothing specific to do, the bungalow was chilly so I thought bed was the best place. I didn't get up until almost mid day - dozed, read, did the mind games in The Times- after lunch (fish pie with savoy cabbage - half yesterday and half today) I went through the house with spray polish and a duster (I hoovered through the day before yesterday) and when the rain eased off for half an hour I tidied up on the patio after yesterday's gardening.
My ankles and mobility were so very bad last evening after my afternoon working in the garden that I feared I had overdone it and would still be unable to walk today - but I am back to normal which pleased me greatly. The Repair Shop and The Sewing Bee this evening -always a favourite day of the week. See you tomorrow.