Seeing that the forecast for yesterday had said on three consecutive days that were would be unbroken sunshine from dawn to dusk, I did a big wash on Thursday evening, and left the spun & folded clothes sitting damply in a bowl ready to be hung out first thing. I even put a second wash in the machine as soon as I got up.
Then I opened the door and saw the thick mist, the sopping wet lawn and the drips decorating tree branches and clothes line.
An hour late, the sun broke through, and I filled the clothes line, and carted a folding airer full of 'smalls' out into the garden, before dashing up to the surgery for the second ECG in a week.
No idea why that had been asked for, and neither did the nurse who had also done the previous one. Eventually it turned out that the Dr wanted two to compare, and the most recent one had been in 2018 - so nothing to worry about. Nurse took blood for my "heart health" check while I was there, which means I don't have to go back for next week's appointment.
Home in time to get the day back on schedule, so out for lunch, followed by a nap, then get the well-dried washing in, folded & put away. Quite a full day for a Friday.
I had coffee with friends, a mooch round the shops and then home. The predicted rain having not arrived, I had a quick lunch and then went hell-for-leather to get the lawns cut. This I managed (along with Much Muttering about the dog owner(s) who think it's acceptable not only to allow their dog(s) to do its/their business on my front lawn but also to not clear it up ) and was just putting everything away as the first dampness arrived.
I now feel justified in showering, getting into comfies and spending the rest of the day with TV, internet and book. I may change this evening's menu - I am not sure the Nen Tummy is quite in the mood for stir fry.
A dreich sort of day here. Usual Saturday morning potter for the paper, then mushroom/potato/leftover chicken korma soup for lunch. Spent a couple of hours in proof-of-concept pieces ahead of the Myeloma Big Knit (or in my case Wee Crochet) in October. The idea is little woolly flowers with a gilt button (of which I have an inordinate number) as the centre.
Grilled lambie bits with tzatziki for dinner, preceded by Cocktail Nite.
It rained here this morning too. As a result, I thought this afternoon would be a good time for some gardening I wanted to get done, to wit pulling up weeds then decompacting the soil and sowing parsnips in one of the beds.
I was mistaken. The first 5 cm of the soil were quite soft, but further down it was rock hard. The work is now done and I am expecting to ache tomorrow. Husband en rouge is making pork and mirabelles for dinner.
As I live in Arkland's Cripple Creek, where several of my Neighbours also have temporary or permanent mobility issues ...
The other Cripple Creek being in Colorado, and once connected to Florence by a narrow-gauge railway. (No, not the Florence in Italy!).
Yes - I had that railroad at the back of my mind, so to speak. 3-foot gauge, and lasting only 22 years (1893-1915), it nevertheless seems to be well-known amongst ferroequinologists...
Mostly dry today in Arkland the Windy, but, feeling very tired from a busy time yesterday, I haven't been out at all - not even to sit in the Wheelhouse for as long as it takes to drink a glass of BEER.
SOSSIDGES n'CHIPS are cooking, and I may see what I can find in the way of films on YouTube later.
Lovely day here in Abruzzo. Husband went ebiking this morning while I walked to village across the lake and back. We met later at a cafe. I’d already eaten so I enjoyed an Aperol Spritz while husband ate his salad. Late afternoon I went to Mass in the local church, it was either luck or divine guidance that I happened to be out for a stroll and passing the church at the time. Then this evenings meal was really good. We’ve gone vegetarian this week and I have probably eaten more cheese than is good for me, but it is so nice.
It was in Carlisle too; when we left the Cathedral for the pub, it was chucking it down, and we got Very Wet.
No matter; we had sung nicely, and while it was sad saying farewell to K, our accompanist, who's going to a new job in Denmark, we had a very jolly time.
When I got on the train home, there was a carriage-full of chaps also having a very jolly time, and singing lustily and with good courage (well, it might have been Courage, but it could have been another type of beer ...).
Home safely, and very knackered. I'm definitely contemplating giving church a miss tomorrow; the last time I got up that early was my last day working in Edinburgh, and I'll be happy not to repeat the experience any time soon.
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Then I opened the door and saw the thick mist, the sopping wet lawn and the drips decorating tree branches and clothes line.
An hour late, the sun broke through, and I filled the clothes line, and carted a folding airer full of 'smalls' out into the garden, before dashing up to the surgery for the second ECG in a week.
No idea why that had been asked for, and neither did the nurse who had also done the previous one. Eventually it turned out that the Dr wanted two to compare, and the most recent one had been in 2018 - so nothing to worry about. Nurse took blood for my "heart health" check while I was there, which means I don't have to go back for next week's appointment.
Home in time to get the day back on schedule, so out for lunch, followed by a nap, then get the well-dried washing in, folded & put away. Quite a full day for a Friday.
Off to the cathedral this evening to hear the sixteen
We are very glad we live so close to the hallowed halls of learning
I now feel justified in showering, getting into comfies and spending the rest of the day with TV, internet and book. I may change this evening's menu - I am not sure the Nen Tummy is quite in the mood for stir fry.
Grilled lambie bits with tzatziki for dinner, preceded by Cocktail Nite.
I was mistaken. The first 5 cm of the soil were quite soft, but further down it was rock hard. The work is now done and I am expecting to ache tomorrow. Husband en rouge is making pork and mirabelles for dinner.
Yes - I had that railroad at the back of my mind, so to speak. 3-foot gauge, and lasting only 22 years (1893-1915), it nevertheless seems to be well-known amongst ferroequinologists...
Mostly dry today in Arkland the Windy, but, feeling very tired from a busy time yesterday, I haven't been out at all - not even to sit in the Wheelhouse for as long as it takes to drink a glass of BEER.
SOSSIDGES n'CHIPS are cooking, and I may see what I can find in the way of films on YouTube later.
No matter; we had sung nicely, and while it was sad saying farewell to K, our accompanist, who's going to a new job in Denmark, we had a very jolly time.
When I got on the train home, there was a carriage-full of chaps also having a very jolly time, and singing lustily and with good courage (well, it might have been Courage, but it could have been another type of beer ...).
Home safely, and very knackered. I'm definitely contemplating giving church a miss tomorrow; the last time I got up that early was my last day working in Edinburgh, and I'll be happy not to repeat the experience any time soon.