Half past seven - half an hour before tonight;s Chelsea- and so far it is a wet evening. These last few weeks there have been plenty of wet evenings - trouble is that it is only light rain and it doesn't rain for long. It is better than nothing but couldn't we do with a real good downpour. My whole garden looks as though it is waiting.
When you get to my age sometimes you seem tired for no reason and today is one of those days. I slept perfectly well washed and dressed (helped by my carer) and then using my indoor trolley as soon as I had had my breakfast and she had gone I watered and fed my five tubs by the front door. They are looking good. I am pleased I followed the advice of Joe Swift and planted them up in a more haphazard way. So far so good.
After my lunch I fell asleep again and awoke to the sound of friend W tapping on the window with some magazines for me. We sat and chatted for an hour. I have just had a cup of tea and am now hoping I can stay awake through Chelsea.
So really there is nothing of any any import to report today, so I will sign off and see you all tomorrow. Take care.