I went out after lunch to prune one of our new roses, and eventually came back in, having moved the bamboo canes from the garage to the shed, and put up brackets to carry the step ladder on the opposite side of the garage from its current space, which from Monday, we hope, will be occupied by an EV charger ready for the new car. The rose remains unpruned. Mañana - talvez.
The garden is perking up: we have hacked down the cornus, which has provided us with fine winter colours. The magnolia stellata and camellias are starting to come into flower, and we have lots of colour from crocuses and narcissi. Tulips are budding well: we planted a lot of new ones last back end, so are looking forward to seeing what we get.
The bank I sacked a couple of months ago wrote to me the other day, full of apology for over-charging me for a foreign currency transaction. The over-charge came to £0.87, which for regulatory reasons they rounded up to a whole pound, and they enclosed a cheque in said sum. It would cost more to drive to the village Post Office to pay in the cheque. I’m not in need of a bookmark, but am greatly in need of exercise, so, as the sun was shining, I legged it down to the village and, with apologies for putting them to the trouble, paid it in. Sad, eh? But after all, if you saw a quid coin on the pavement, you’d pick it up, wouldn’t you? And it got me a scrap of exercise after all, plus a chance to take a look at other people’s gardens.
A propos Post Office, our excellent village PO is closing, having occupied a corner of one of the village’s two grotty One-Stop convenience stores ever since we moved here. It is to be replaced, they say, with a full Post Office service from the ordinary One-Stop shop counters. Meanwhile our lovely Post Office clerks are getting the sack. Modern times.
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