Grey but humid and no sign of the sun today - at least is giving my plants a little respite from the hot sun, and the odd shower to help them settle in. Once the burning sun comes back they are on their own - there is no way I can get up there to give them any help with watering. What would I do if I didn't have the garden to worry about I sometimes wonder. What a super hobby it is, even when you get to my stage of life when even the simplest weeding is almost beyond my efforts.
Well, football fever is - hopefully- beginning to abate. What a pity it is that it has become so violent and abusive. For many years, when I was a child, my father was President of our local village Football Club and in those days each club had a number of tickets allocated and my father and my brother went to Wembley. t hat is until one year when going to the ground my father and brother got off the train at King's Cross and my father had absolutely no choice which way to go - he used to say his feet never touched the ground until they got to the Stadium. He never went again. I thought of this last evening and wondered what he would have thought of what he endured that day plus the violence, the abuse, the drunkeness - he would have been appalled.
We have now had a wet afternoon but at least all the tennis is over before the weather broke. There is a lovely photograph of Prince George with his Mother and Father at the EuropeaFinal - he is looking up at his Dad and cheering like mad at the goal England scored. The only thing is I do wish he had been in a football supporter's shirt rather than a suit and a shirt and ti.e. This generation of the Royals has lightened up so much surely that would not have been a step too far for a little boy.
Until tomorrow, when hopefully I will be back to normal. (whatever that is)