Never my favourite day of the week as families usually stay together and living alone I have a feeling of being left out. I know other friends feel the same. But today has gone quickly and has been enjoyed. H, my friend and neighbour, came round for a cup of tea and a chat about this and that (usually about gardening as we are keen gardeners - or perhaps it is fairer to say we were in our younger days but find it physically too demanding these days.)
We enjoy our chats and have a look at the garden, although as my garden is on different levels we stay on the patio and view it from afar. In addition to this taking up part of the day, my landline has gone awry and is not working. My son kindly repor ted it for me and after a lot of three way chat between me, my son and BT they are coming to inspect things on Wednesday morning.
My carer came as usual - I enjoy her company as well as the care she gives me and I really miss her on the one Sunday each month when she doesn't come.
In spite of a weather forecast for it being very hot and humid it has not been like that here. There has been a fairly strong Westerly blowing all day and it has certainly not been humid at all. The Country File forecast this evening tells us that temperatures are set to fall considerably this week and thunderstorms are also forecast from mid week onwards. Any moisture of any kind will be welcomed by everyone - gardeners as all the gardens are so very dry and watering is a chore and farmers because certainly round here first-cut silage has just about finished now and the fields need a good rain to persuade the grass to start growing again. In a good year farmers often get three cuts of silage off the fields which means their cattle manage well throughout the winter for feed. When you think that in the 'old days' farmers made hay, got just one cut off each field and made it into a haystack. That had to last the cattle throughout the winter and anything else that the farmer hadn't grown had to be bought in - hence root crops were often added to the diet. Nothing was wasted.
My late father in law, who had farmed all his life, would stand and watch my husband silage a field and watch his son (my farmer) collect in the silage. Then he would go round each field with a wooden hay rake and rake all the bits and bobs of grass out of the hedge bottoms and pile it up so that my farmer could come and make another bale of silage with it. Nothing was wasted.
Another Monday tomorrow and - for me - quite a busy week. Tomorrow The Falls Team are coming for another follow up visit (so they say - I acually have it in writing this time), Wednesday BT are coming to inspect my landline and, as usual, Hairdresser on Thursday morning - quite busy for me at any rate.