Saturday, as I am sure you know, is my least favourite day of the week. Nothing spectacular happens, nobody comes, it is a non-day. Today has been a little different and it has made a lot of difference.
I had my walk with Priscilla early, soon after my carer had gone. I was a little way down the slope when I was overtaken by a man with Priscilla's double - the only difference being that she is red and his was blue. As he sailed past he called out 'mine's faster than yours in a jolly voice'. On the spur of the moment I couldn't think of a reply other than a rather feeble laugh - later I thought of various things I could have said but of course it was too late. 'Mine's only a Ford - yours is more of a Mercedes' for example - or 'you obviously keep yours better oiled'. Any ideas?
Since home before ten o'clock I have had several nice surprises. The first is that my son and his wife are coming round for a pizza which my son will order to be delivered here. It must be early as my daughter in law has to be back home for eight for her medication. But it will break the evening up nicely. Then friends S and T called - they had bought me a Gazania from the Garden Centre to fill a blank spot in my side border where I lost a plant to frost earlier in the year. It is now almost four in the afternoon and I have been busy most of the time. My lunch (scampi, sweet potato chips - cooked in the Remoska and then eaten with a lovely salad) was, as usual left for me by my carer.
And so the days go on - they rarely drag because people are so good - they keep me going.
I spotted an advert in today's Times - Thompson and Morgan the seed/plant people were offering Geraniums very cheaply - presumably surplus stock - so I have ordered one batch of twenty - goodness knows where I shall put them all as I really only need about half a dozen but my son and daughter in law garden as well as both side neighbours so we should all be glowing red as the summer wears on. It is the Solstice on Monday and it is all downhill after that. It reminds me that one year the farmer and I spent midnight on the Solstice listening to a concert in Tromso cathedral. The sky was clear, there were children playing in the street and the outdoor cafes were full of people drinking coffee - there was no suggestion that it was likely to get dark anytime soon. Happy days. It would have been his birthday early next week.