A week ago I walked up from Westminster Pier and into the sunshine which bathed Big Ben. It was 2pm in the afternoon.
Oh for the grace of " something" go I!
Today, London is back to business and that is how it should be.
Today, we have spring sun here in Trelawnyd, and there are a few more people to be seen, which is nice. Trendy Carol, sprightly after a recent holiday , had a nice jacket on I noted and as we stopped for George to catch up with us after his mooch on the village green , I watched a woman cut her partner's toenails as they sat in a nearby conservatory! A surreal little moment of normality as I mused over the fact that over a dozen nationalities were caught up in The Westminster attack.
" Operation Dog Snot Removal" is in full force .
Sorrel, the mother in law, comes to stay later today.
I was hanging her newly laundered duvet cover over the field gate to dry when Sailor John reminded me that I needed to organise the first of this year's Flower Show meeting. I had just received the invoice for the Church linens which some of the Flower Show's profits will be buying so it was on my mind anyway. We will be having the meetings in the Crown Pub this year, with all of us mourning Auntie Glad's kitchen table get togethers as we do so.
Mrs Trellis was out in the sunshine as I fed corn to the bachelor bantams , we talked about yesterday's London attack and her response was the best I have heard over the last 24 hours.
With her oversized bobblehat bobbing from side to side, she summed up her thoughts thus
" Worrying about it is like sitting in a rocking chair all afternoon! .....it gives you something to do but it gets you nowhere!"