It is a bit more Spring-like every day - lovely sun, cloudless sky but still a cold breeze taking the edge off things. Priscilla and I did a repeat of yesterday - a walk tound the block, an hour's rest with a coffee and Raynor Winn's 'The Salt Path' -second or maybe even third reading - very inspirational
. Then after lunch supplied, as usual, by my carer (roast pork, yorkshire pud, broccoli, cauliflower and white sauce, carrots and roast potatoes - and jolly good it was too) we went out again. First to my next door but one new neighbours who are looking for a cleaning lady with a phone number of a possible candidate supplied by my carer (bush telegraph is very good around here) and then another three shovels full off my very dirty patio. It doesn't sound much but believe me holding on to Prisclla, bending down and brushing the moss and debris from winter into a pile and then balancing enough to sweep it up is not easy. And even so little work does give me a sense of satisfaction.
Now, looking at the time, I see that in twenty minutes I have a Zoom 'chat' with friends - that is always nice to catch up on news.
On Wednesday it will be six months since I broke my hip and on that day I had had a hair cut so when I go in at lunch time on Wednesday for my first post lockdown hairdo I know it is six months since I had it done. (and it shows).
Off now to comb my hair in order to look reasonably tidy for Zoom - if there is any more news I'll be back. Just a lovely chat - nothing really to add except my friends have recently moved and have a large garden, which includes a pond. It is full of frog spawn - has anyone any idea how long before it becomess tadpoles?
Just forty minutes chat