Good morning from a dawning E Kent. The birds are singing their little hearts out.
Having worried that someone local might take exception to some of my comments, I never confessed to living in Sandwich. As I’m leaving, I don’t care anymore! When we first moved here, DGD1 who was about 5, found the name very puzzling, and wondered why it wasn’t called after her favourite bagel or pasta!
Received a terse mail from the warden re. the appraisal and my approval to live in the sheltered accommodation. She is referring me to the “homeownership team”. Is this never going to end? Dad is calling to ask for expedition, duevtom6 distress and homelessness. Good girl.
The gardener came unexpectedly yesterday and emptied the pots to be taken, so I cut the tulips. They were looking particularly pretty.
I’ve got my last cheap haircut (£14] this morning, last meeting with my T’ai Chi friends, the last chiropodist appointment. A lot of goodbyes 😢
Hope all goes well with you, unwellness tolerable amd much love around. Carpe diem 🦩🦩🦩🦩