Suddenly, after days of variable weather - anorak one minute,, scarf the next then no need for either, we have a day of warm, pure unbroken sunshine and open all the windows. As this coincides with the day when my carer doesn't come and I am on my own, I don't go for a walk round the estate. By the time I have done all the jobs it takes J an hour to do three hours have passed and it is time for lunch and by the time I have had lunch I am ready for a sit down and time for the Mind Games in The Times.
My neighbour S has just been to ask if I have any spare room in my Green Bin - it is recycling in the morning and on looking in the bin my gardener has left about two feet at the top so S can manage to squeeze a bit more in for recycling. I wish I had room for a compost heap in the garden but sadly it is not that sort of garden particularly as most of it is up steps and I can't get up the steps in any case.
I was pleased to see S as I got confirmation that our televisions are not working. I switched on for the News at lunchtime and suddenly the picture disappeared and reported 'No Signal' - it seems that nobody has a signal, so we must all just sit and wait for it to come back on.
I am missing The Olympics but at least they are over before the signal goes - that really would have been frustrating.
Friend W called with a couple of books to read. I shall leave them for now because it is my book for Book Group this month. I have chosen 'A Farewell to Arms' by Ernest Hemingway - I have read it once - and thoroughly enjoyed it- and I have also watched the programmes on Hemingway. Now I am reading it again and making notes. I am not enjoying it so much second time round although looking at the programmes it seems it is the book which made his name and gave him the reputation of being 'the best American writer since Mark Twain'.
Tea time calls - just toast and honey today I think. See you all tomorrow - maybe there will be more exciting things to report.