Tuesday

 Morning, everyone.  After an obviously very wet night, things are clearing a bit as day starts.  The sky looks to be clearing a bit and the rain seems to have stropped.  The forecast is not great, however - heavy rain and a 'fresh breeze'.

Yesterday was sunny though.  Not especially warm but not cold either and very pleasant.

There were just three of us (out of six) at circuits so we first rotates round three activities before doing some core work on the mats.  It was easier than last week - things are definitely improving and now, if I could only get my calf muscles back to full strength . . . 

Later on, I popped down to the allotment and picked.  Still plenty of dwarf French beans (given the few plants), still some raspberries although not that many now and one courgette.  There are loads of little ones but they're not growing terribly fast in this cooler weather.
Sadly, I was upset to see that all the pears have vanished, every single one.  They haven't dropped, there were none on the ground, and last week there were plenty.  Some &^%**$£*& has come along and picked the lot.  Ditto for the redlove apples.  They have very sensibly left the laxtons which are very damaged and wormy this year.
But isn't that mean?  I've had about four pears this year with two more ripening in the kitchen and Beth hasn't had any.  Now there's no more and there were loads last week, lovely sound fruit.
I will report it, of course, but that won't help - allotments are vulnerable places anyway.  The gate is locked but it's still simple to get in.

It makes me even more glad that I am investing in some little fruit trees for the garden.  At least, next year, and in subsequent years too,  there should be some fruit that is 'safe'.

What with the plum tree dying, the laxton apple being a dead loss and now this, it's not been a great year for allotment fruit.  Oh, well, that's the nature of the beast, isn't it.  Some you win, some you lose and some you have nicked!

Today there's two things in the diary.

The first is the Lindsey's son (Lindsey is my personal trainer) is coming round to see what he can do about fitting some new borders to the allotment beds.  Poor man, I used to teach him in year one so goodness knows how he is feeling about advising me but let's hope he's OK.  I'd like him to have the work, if possible.  It's been tough for him over this pandemic as the sort of work he did in the catering industry has been severely curtailed and what he does now is very prone to delays and cancellations and no work, no pay.
So fingers crossed it is all satisfactory.

The other is what I am trying to ignore - another trip to the dentist.  You may remember that there was a problem with the fitting of my implant last time and I'm hoping that has all been sorted out this time.  Finger crossed.

So that's today.  What with bad weather and dentists, I think I will be glad when it's over but you never know - it might end up being a really lovely day.
I hope yours is great!  xx