My lawn is growing at quite a pace and just when I thought it was getting too long for comfort I hear my Gardener here strimming the edges and then he will be mowing the lawn. I was talking to my neighbour in the front garden after my walk this afternoon when my Gardener passed on his way somewhere. He wound down the window of his van - I presumed to tell me when he was coming
to mow the grass. But no - he called out 'Like your hair!!' (I have at last managed to have it cut as I reported the other day). That's the sort of Gardener I like.
It has been yet another cloudy, breezy quite chilly day here. Oh for some warm July weather. Surely Summers used to be better than this when we were young. Didn't they? Or is it all in our imagination. This week sees my father's birthday - he was born 130 years ago. I wonder what he would think of the world today - the man who could remember seeing cars preceded by a man with a red flag. It seems no time at all since he went although it is in fact fifty years.
Such a strange thing time. As we get older it seems much easier to remember things that happened fifty years ago than it is to remember where I put my walking stick five minutes ago. And often I am talking with friends and we try to recall a name, or a place and none of us can remember. It usually comes to me about four o'clock in the morning. And if I think it begins with a certain letter of the alphabet it is almost certainly not that letter at all.
Well, we are still more or less in semi lock down and I see in today's Times that scientists are anticipating 120,000 deaths in this country over the winter from Covid 19 if we have no vaccine and it is a very cold winter, so no let up of things for a while yet it seems.
On that jolly note I will leave you until tomorrow.