It has been a very windy day here but also a brilliant sunny day - the sun has certainly provided me with central heating in my sitting room as it has shone in all day.
It should have been our recycling collection day on Wednesday and they always come very early in the morning. As it was they didn't come at all but they did instead come very early (while it was still dark) this morning. I can only assume that perhaps many of the staff were off with Covid (we are in one of the highest areas in the country).
The dawn here was exquisite - a very deep red band across the Eastern sky - again visible from my sitting room window. This time of the year it is right in my window. By the time June arrives I don't see the sunrise at all - not only am I still asleep but it comes up at the back of the house. I have never before been so conscious of the direction as I am now.
When the recycling men have been they naturally leave the plastic boxes on the side of the road. Doing this this morning was a bit of a disaster as the strong wind blew all the boxes down the road and away. Luckily my carer came just as they moved on from my house and she was able to grab my box and bring it into the garage before it had time to blow away. But now I have one neatly put at the bottom of the drive which does not belong to me but has come down from higher up. So the recycling boxes are recycling themselves.
I got all togged up for my daily walk but when I got out on to the road it was far too windy for both Priscilla and for me, so I just walked round the shortest part of the block and came back home. Neighbour M saw me coming and was just about to set off on a walk and we stood in the shelter of my bungalow and chatted for a while - obviously about the Prime Minister and what he should do and also about Prince Andrew. These are indeed troubled and controversial times aren't they?