At 07:30 this morning, a delivery arrived of vast amounts of well-rotted horsh and a bag or so of decent topsoil. Duncan has spent much of the day valiantly shovelling and spreading, so we have great hopes for the future of the new bits of garden. There’s still quite a lot of terrible clay to be disposed of, but we’re close to the end of the work now. I have meanwhile been plying the chaps with tea and home baking, and have promised them fish and chips for lunch tomorrow. Judging by the results so far, Napoleon’s dictum is more than borne out.
We’re getting fed up with incoming calls on the land line presenting as ‘international’ but showing spoof CLIs, such as our local area code, Brighton and London. Unless the phone shows the name of someone we’ve programmed in, we let it run to the answering machine, and they generally give up. A few automated calls come through, telling us that our phone and broadband connexions are about to be cut off, or that our Amazon prime subscriptions have been renewed at some exorbitant price. We weren’t born yesterday, but the fact that these fraudsters persist suggests that they get enough hits to make their crimes pay.
Quite a fun U3A zoom coffee morning today. Nobody I knew bar a few committee members, but it was nice to find things in common with a load of new acquaintances. It’ll be nice to be able to communicate again in full duplex, and by mid-May we should have as much immunity as we can expect. Meanwhile, the zoom thing at least gets us talking to other people now and then.
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