It’s a bit sad to acknowledge what brings a degree of satisfaction these days. Yesterday, it was a couple of loads of washing dried by the sun and breeze. Today it was a bit of pruning out there in the sun: four roses are, I think, definitively pruned for the season, and the apple tree is no longer encroaching on the raised bed quite so much. I’ll press on with the roses as weather permits. Meanwhile I’ve brought the propagator in and am warming some compost ready for tomato seeds: Sweet Olive as usual, and San Marzano.
A couple of bits of good service lately. On Saturday, the postie (not our usual Marcin) rang to deliver a packet for Martyn. I asked whether there were any letters, since I had a hospital appointment the following evening, and hadn’t had the instructions. Bless his cotton socks, he said he’d check at the sorting office (some miles away) and bring anything he found. A bit later, there he was with the letter, and couldn’t be persuaded to accept a can of beer.
Today, on instruction from the cleaners, I went in search of window-cleaning glop. Nothing in Fortnums, so I had to try Sainsburys next door. Not finding anything, I asked a chap who was busily replenishing the tea bag shelves, and between us, we still didn’t find anything. Just as I went to leave, he rushed out with a bottle of the necessary. I suppose people are keen to help the elderly and fragile…
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