28-05-25

Morning, lovely people of blogland.  Welcome to Wednesday, a sunny Wednesday too at the moment.  Yesterday was very wet - just what was needed; steady rain over hours, not too heavy but enough to soak everything.  Good for the garden and good for the farmers - and enough to settle the pollen good and proper for a while.

It was a pleasure to do my early morning stroll round the estate in pjs, camera in hand, enjoying the sunshine.  Of course, I took some photos.

I was looking forward to Val seeing how lovely the foxgloves she gave me are but she can't come tomorrow having come back from holiday with a raging sore throat and a cough that isn't getting better.
I have no idea how long foxgloves flower for - I need to read up about them.
Anyway, they are looking lovely - the diffused morning light isn't doing them justice at all.

Ditto for this photo but you get the idea.  It is a real picture right now, that middle bed.

Another shot of the clematis.

Looking forward to blueberries for breakfast!  Yum.

Yesterday started nicely and deteriorated through the day.

We (me, Chris and Steve) went next door for coffee and a chat with Tracey and had a lovely time.

A little while later, Sharon turned up and now my hair feels civilised again.  Phew.

I did another load of washing and an avoiding looking at the reck where they have been drying.  Ironing is on the list for today!

I heard from Eddie that James was unable to retrieve any of my stuff from the C drive so he (Eddie) has researched and found a company that will be able to do a deeper dive, as we say nowadays, with more specialist technology.  Expensive, yes, but not enough to make me have to think about it.

A bit of a blow though.

And later on Beth contacted me to let me know another of her cats is very unwell.  Ava-puss is the oldest of her cats and the first she ever had (with her sister, Sofia), a grand old dame pretty much into her nineties in human terms.  She's my favourite of all Beth's cats, just a moggy, no feline breeding about her at all but a lady through and through.
Realistically, if she comes through this, she hasn't got much longer anyway but I will miss her so very much.
That's pets for you, isn't it?

Today there is nothing whatsoever in the diary.  That feels nice because, as you know, I love days when I can just potter and do this, that and the other as the spirit moves.