Progress

The chaps have been working like Trojans on the new bed where the leylandii used to be, and appear to have done an excellent job.  No more grassy slopes to mow: yippee!  There’s a bit to do yet, notably pointing the new path (though I have reminded Ben that it’s rude to point...).  There’s a fair bit of horrible clay subsoil to be removed, but Ben will see to that when he has finished another job next door.  I have been plying them with home-baked lemon buns, ginger nuts and chocolate cookies, and have promised fish and chips next time they’re here.  The weather is set to take a turn for the worse, however, so it’s not clear when that’ll be.  A further distinction of Forges-l’Evêque, I should add, is that it has the nastiest, claggiest soil the chaps have ever encountered.  We concur.

I had a welcome letter on Thursday with NHS writ large on the envelope.  Booking the jabs is less easy: my first attempts on the iPad were total failures, though the process had suggested availability 25 minutes’ drive away.  Knowing that some web sites don’t like iPads, I FINALLY got steam up on the laptop after a good hour of ‘configuring updates’ and suchlike Gatesballs.  By then, the nearest available jabodromes were in Chatham or Hastings.  Well, I don’t want to delay matters so, weather permitting, I’m off to Hastings on Friday, and have booked jab 2 in May at the same place.  OK, I moan a bit about it, but I’ m full of admiration for the vaccine developers and the NHS’s logistics.