Good morning all from a cold, but very sunny Glasgow. As Kalu has said, we cannot go far, unlike England, made worse by living in a very small Local Authority, not much room for travelling! ☹
I bet you are off to your favourite garden centre this week, Kalu. I have never been and am going to try and persuade DH to take me, if I feel well enough. As long as I stay outdoors, I should be fine.
I am absolutely delighted to welcome back, travelsafar, after what has been a truly dreadful year for you. You have taken the first step, which is the hardest part. ?
I have no plans today, apart from making the hot cross buns, from the dough which has been rising in the fridge.
Also some plants lying for a few week, have been waiting for me to be well enough to plant them.
I think my potato, growing bags must be stuck in the Suez Canal, as they have never been delivered. I'm not sure what I will do. ?
We had the loveliest surprise yesterday. Dollie came for an unexpected garden visit, as the weather was so nice.
In the space of a year, she has gone from a little lady to a wild child!
Much to her parents' consternation, their princess had a fantastic time, hiding in bushes , trying to climb trees and playing with the water in the bird bath. The last straw for her mum and dad was when she tried to do a pole dance on my rotary washing line. ? Poor papa is exhausted today, after his golf and then being forced to join in the shenanigans.
However, he is positively glowing this morning, having seen his wee darling.
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It has been the first time Dollie has been in the garden since the fairy doors were put on the trees. Her only question, Where do the fairies do the toilet?. We told her the The flying toilet man had brought a mini one for them.
When we were having our extension built, we had a portaloo in our drive for the workies. It was always delivered by a lovely, but eccentric man, whose day was made, if Dollie, a toddler at that time, waved to him.
They were going next door after that to see DIL's parents and she asked us to stay in the garden, so that she could talk to us through the six foot hedge.
This little fishwife could be heard shouting, Gran and papa, get down on the grass and look through the hole to talk to me.
Since I knew that her other grandparents were already in the garden, I advised her to go and talk to them, to avoid any awkwardness.
Her reply, But gran, it's you I came to see!. 
Papa and I beat a very hasty retreat!
Wishing you all a very pleasant Easter Saturday. There are so many on here suffering great pain and sorry in so many ways, sending prayers and gentle hugs for a peaceful Easter weekend. ?
