I am ailing. I am sneezing, I am coughing. I ache. I shiver.
This morning, I dozed over my laptop. Back in bed this afternoon, I vainly attempted to still the words wandering at will across the pages of Rumer Godden’s (Mr WordPress, Ms Godden may be regarded as a goddess by some, but that is not what I wrote.) ‘China Court’.
At noon I walked out to admire Aaron’s work on refurbishing the Brick Path. He has nearly completed the task.
After this I photographed a hoverfly on a clematis Natacha in the New Bed,
a rose Gloriana, now in bloom,
and Just Joey, now fully opened.
Finally, I imagined I saw an owl in the dead maple. Perhaps I was hallucinating.
This evening Jackie produced delicious pork chops cooked with mustard and almonds; mashed potato; and crisp carrots, green beans and cabbage. I thoroughly enjoyed it, but could only eat a small portion. Cherry crumble and custard was to follow.