What a busy day I have had and with the high humidity here today the combination has made me very tired indeed. It is days like this which make me realise that I am not so much a Spring Chicken as an Old Boiler.
This morning was Book Group and they have kindly agreed to meet at my house now so that I can get there. Many step entrances to houses totally defeat me these days. There are eight in the Group but for various reasons only three were able to meet today but we had a super meeting - lots discussed and in depth too. The book was Marcel Pagnol's 'My Father's Glory and my Mother's castle'. It is a Memoir and is, without a doubt, one of the most beautifully written books I have read in a long time. Do read it if you get a chance - it is not easy to get hold of a copy.
We had an hour's rain this morning, which was nowhere near enough but was more than welcome.
I had lunch and then decided I really must at least walk round the block. I should have had more sense with the degree of humidity. I stopped to speak to N, who lives close be, and we chatted for maybe ten minutes, after which I found it totally impossible to get going again - I had seized up! I struggled round the block with difficulty and arrived home to find my gardener there mowing the lawn. All I needed was a sit down and a cup of tea and maybe an hour's sleep before the Zoom with friend's W, P and D at 5pm.
They were a bit late arriving as their shopping trip overran but then we had a happy forty minutes chat. Then a sandwich and another cup of tea and now, here I am at almost 7.30. The lawn is mowed, the gardener gave my new plants another water so I am a bit happier about them now.
All I have to face now is to empty the dishwasher and then sit down for the evening. Visitors for the day tomorrow but family so no special effort. See you then....