Today the weather is very heavy and I am finding it difficult to move around and make much effort to do anything. Luckily I had two bills to pay - one to L for buying my salad things in our little town and the other to her husband who does my milk round, so I forced myself to write out two cheques and walk down the road nice and early to post them through the letter box - this is on my usual route. I was back home before it got really hot. Switching on the television I found when I returned that we had already won two Gold Medals - One to Adam Peaty in the Breast Stroke and one to Tom Daly and his partner in the High Diving. What a good start to the day.
I followed that with a decision to go the hospital next week by taxi to avoid close contact with a lot of people. I have made the reservation and can forget that too now.
The Chiropodist came at lunch time to give my feet a treat and the Lifeline Lady came shortly afterwards to check that my Lifeline button was in working order (she calls once each month). Lunch over I began to put on a Post but the weather is so very hot and close that I just couldn't summon up the effort to do it, so decided to wait until it was a bit cooler. No rain here at all yet but a photograph on the front of today's Times shows water welly-high in St James's Park in London.
The snail has not moved far - I can find no reference to anything remotely like it on line - at this rate I shall never find out what it is exactly.
I now have a fridge full of salad things - tomatoes, Romaine lettuce, beetroot, olives, quiche - and an unstarted cucumber on the worktop - all I need is to summon up the energy to amalgamate the lot into a salad tea - the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
And speaking of flesh - the article I read on snails on line said that all British snails are edible. Well I adore mussels and all shellfish - and I don't suppose that snails are any different really - but could I eat one? Definitely not. Cro, if you read this I dare say you are partial to a snail or two but sorry to say they are definitely off menu for me. What about you? Has anyone out there ever eaten a British snail? Sophisticated Frenchies don't count - I am speaking here of a good old rustic British snail you might meet half way up a lettuce leaf.