I typed this post earlier in the day and saved it for later but when I returned to retrieve it it had disappeared for ever. There was nothing particularly earth-shattering on it, apart from just mentioning that I heard on the News - and I am sure most of you did - that a woman - I rather think they said it was in India - had given birth by Caesarean Section to nine babies none of them weighing in at more than a kilogram, and that all were doing well. Not sure what to make of it when the world is so over populated and Covid is taking out so many people, but there we are, like it or not. I am sure you all have views one way or another.
The May weather continues to feel like March weather - wet (showers - snow on Penn Hill, which I can see from my sitting room window), windy and very cold. Central heating still going full blast. I have not been on my usual walk today, it is too unpleasant, although at last the sun has come out and the rain has stopped. I had my usual taxi down to the hairdressers and he collected me half an hour later. After eating my lunch (brought for me by my carer) I gathered together polish and dusters, took everything off the Welsh Dresser in the hall and polished the dresser well. Then I cleaned everything and put it all back. Now the hall smells lovely of polish and the dresser shines - a good job done, but it tired me out and I fell asleep in the chair.
At tea time I realised I had in the fridge the perfect ingredients for my favourite snack tea and had a jacket potato stuffed with soft cheese, coleslaw and sea salt. It was delicious.
I shall now go and read my obligatory daily chapters of 'The Count of Monte Cristo' by Alexander Dumas - our Book Group choice for the first Monday in June. 854 pages of small print. I absolutely must read several chapters a day in order to reach the end by then. Actually it is not a bad read and I am sure once I get past half way and am on the downhill slope I shall enjoy it more.
See you all, metaphorically speaking, tomorrow.