What happened to honesty?

A sedentary, grumpy old git, I spend a while most days doing Scrabble-type games on the iPad.  Each move is followed by advertising for silly games, get-rich-quick bingo apps, and adverts for miracle cures for obesity and ageing.  Today’s crop brought an advertisement for a more sinister get-rich-quick investment scam, purportedly endorsed by Messrs Lewis, Branson and - gawd ‘elp us, Musk and Farage.  Presumably the crooks who post these advertisements manage to snag enough mugs to pay their costs.  One despairs whiles of one’s fellow men.

On a positive note, it has been a lovely day hereabouts.  We had an appointment at Benenden this morning (all reassuring), so went on to Sissinghurst for lunch in the café and a stroll round the garden.  It’s not quite the right time to visit: the bulbs are going over, and the spring and summer subjects are only beginning to show signs of life.  But it wasn’t too busy, and there was plenty of colour from daffodils, wallflowers and much else, and it was a pleasure to get out for a little stroll on a fine spring day.  And the sandwiches and cake at lunchtime were more than nourishing!

Back at Forges-l’Evêque, the garden waste bin is out for collection tomorrow, chocka with cornus, rose and penstemon prunings and not a few brambles and other weeds.  I should be able to get the grass cut tomorrow, though I’ll first have to clear a lot of twigs - nay, small branches - blown off the willow in the recent gales.  So wot wiv grass cutting, twig gathering and the next round of rose pruning, the garden waste bin will be pretty full when they come for it two weeks hence.