The day is dull and chilly and the forecast is for a wet day tomorrow. I suppose my garden can do with a watering so it is not all bad news. I am not back to doing my walking and have just started today doing the short version with a view to building up again to the full version. But I have just about managed my quota of people to speak to. My carer is always a perfect first source of morning chat - always with something to tell me and always cheerful - we always have a laugh and when she goes I always feel better for her visit.
Next to chat was my dear friend S, who called today without T who was busy with his bees. She is a wizard with the television. Our transmittter at Bilsdale burnt down about three weeks ago and in order to watch (only the BBC channels) I have to go in through iplayer - I have learned the technique and am managing very nicely and certainly watching all I need to watch (tonight The Duchess of Cornwall discussing her garden with Monty Don on Gardeners' World and then Celebrity Master Chef which I have never watched before but which is a bit of fun)). But S rang to say some programmes were available again and she would call and retune me - but before she could do this the programmes had gone again. But we had a nice chat and she brought me delicious fresh runner beans and courgettes from their garden.
After lunch Priscilla and I had a short walk round the block and I met a couple of chihuahuas I know who are totally boss of their owner but charming to chat to and we had a short chat and then my neighbour M came out when she saw me coming and we caught up as I haven't seen her for a few days. While we were chatting P from across the road came back from her walk and we all three had another chat only parting when there was a heavy shower.
My son came round to collect half the vegetables S had brought me so that they could have them for their tea and so by tea time I had had quite a lot of mental stimulation. I find it so important to my wellbeing.
Now with all your today's posts read and my post written I shall go and read a few more chapters of Bruce Chatwin's 'In Patagonia' - I am so enjoying it - brilliantly written by a man whose life was so sadly cut short by Aids. I read it many years ago but it merits reading more than once.
Enjoy your evening - and see you tomorrow.