Another one who was positively transfixed by your morning's garden arranging, Kaimoana. Your writings are so descriptive- how I wish we could be sitting there with you having a good natter. At the very least, we would avoid the back-to-back hail storms we are experiencing today.
Another here suffering the fall out (as it were) from the felling of Beautiful Trees.
Beautiful, clearly, only to me as new neighbours felled a magnificent silver birch which, presumably, might drop its leaves all over their lean-to orangery roof and patio terrace. It was my bellwether tree. Every day when I opened the curtains, it would be there in all its majesty, year on year, heralding the change in the seasons and, obviously, hiding the eyesore of now very visible houses behind. There was a certain irony to the felling - DS informed me as he collected us from the station after a day at the Chelsea Flower Show. 'You won't to hear this, Mum, but' ...
I wept.
How has your piano move gone, Grammaretto? I am minded of the Bernard Cribbins song and hope yours was less stressful. Interestingly, most people, apparently, believe that the song refers to a piano - I always have done - but nowhere is this mentioned.
www.towncommonsongs.org/songs/rightsaidfred.html
We received a newsy email today from our Istanbul au pair - you may recall (😴) it was she with whom I was unable to meet up in London when DH was having surgery. Here was her offer, bless her 😳
And I mean it if you need a hand for a certain time , I can fly easily and take care of you . At least cook and tidy 😊 I work from home so I can plan it. I am very serious. 🌺
I hope you can enjoy tonight's Carols, Doodle.
I wonder if Cherry's been frog-marched up and down hospital corridors today by her physios?
And whether they are working on kicking her out discharging her for Christmas?
I am writing this, and others, in a room deliberately distanced from the new tub of Quality Street😇.
Not for long now ...