At last the sun has arrived after a good downpour a couple of days ago. So today was the day to plant my last few geranium plugs. Because I was planting them they have all been planted right up against the edge of the patio wall - that is the only place I can reach and plant safely without the risk of falling over. Already the soil is very warm and what was a good damp mixture has dried out on the top so is best left undisturbed. How I wish I could clamber about like I used to in the garden, cutting back plants which have gone to seed, seeing where bits of Mare's Tail are poking through and cutting them off at ground level. But I have to accept that I can't do it and that's that - at least when D, my gardener, has done it I can admire it and that gives me pleasure.
My God-daughter and her husband are coming to see me for the day on Saturday and I am trying to get everywhere shipshape (with the help of my carer) before they come. I am constantly staggered by how much she can get done in her allotted hour - more than I can get done in a day. She is so very thorough - wiping the skirting boards, dusting the walls and ceiling, washing the window and the patio doors, polishing the furniture. Makes me tired to watch her.
As I sit here a very large, very fat pigeon is wandering about on my rockery pushing between the newly-planted rock plants. Do I go to the patio door which is open and clap my hands to chase it off or do I allow it to do whatever it is doing, which appears to be pecking in the soil? Is it finding pests and eating them? I hope so. In any case, if I go to the trouble of getting up, getting my frame and walking slowly to the patio door and clapping my hands the pigeon will fly a few yards away and sit on the wall until I disappear and then it will return to carry on doing what it was doing previously.
I shall be sad when Le Tour is over at the week-end (or should I say Le week-end?) I have enjoyed the round up at 7pm every night and my son and Rachel between them have kept me educated to a large extent. It is a complicated scoring system and many seem to drop out before the end for one reason or another. As Rachel says it took her some years to work it all out. So I shall stick with it. But I shall miss that TV hour.
But I shall watch the half hour programme which, if you are a Strictly fan, should be enjoyable. Craig and Bruno are travelling around Britain - an Australian and an Italian respectively they know so little about their adoptive country and are hoping to find out a little more. Cornwall tonight - so here they come. It will be interesting to see a) how they dress and b) how they behave in such a different environment. If you decide to watch it do let us know how you think it is going.
See you tomorrow.....