I should be in Stratford-on -Avon with friends, looking forward to an evening at the theatre. The special couple of days away had been booked for months and eagerly anticipated. But no, here I am, home alone, confined to quarters with a cold.
I've been doing a bit of pootling in the garden. Yesterday I cleared all the winter debris from the half barrels before the rain set in. Today they are pleasingly full of clean water. Just the sort of thing that makes a gardener happy!
I found the camellia label and picked a few blooms. I had completely mis-named her in the last posting, she is 'E.G. Waterhouse.' You can see from the discolouration that she doesn't appreciate wind and rain.
We live opposite stables and there is a fair bit of action as horse boxes and delivery vans swing in and out of the entranceway. A large trailer of straw has come into our wall with results rather like that created by a wrecking ball - short straw indeed! A tumble-down wall and destruction of hedgerow, all our privacy removed.
The young man who did it neglected to come and inform us but Himself walked down to the stable yard and found bits of our hedging still attached to the trailer. Now I am waiting, impatiently, for his father to come and put the sorry mess to rights. (You can tell the sort of mood I'm in, a code in the dose, code, windy weather and a broken wall!)