Roses, Ballet, Castration and other stories

 

 I spent today at home. 

Bedding was washed and hung on the field gate to dry.

Underwear and t shirts on the kitchen wall and shrubbery.

I washed windows and cleaned paintwork 

Washed floors and mopped the old uneven wooden floorboards

Ones that date from 1760

You can tell it’s the summer holidays as a gaggle of children ran up and down the lane shouting “ The Queen , Curtsey at the Queen!!!!” as Roger barked excitedly at them running up and down the gravel path like a loon.

The Queen cut out now is beaming up the lane from my spare bedroom

The local children find her presence amusing.

I read a counselling text book in the afternoon and fell asleep for a while with Mary  under my arm. She is in season and Roger is still awaiting a reschedule of his castration ( sickness at the vets caused his original one to be cancelled) 

I need to rebook him tomorrow 

I made Mandu dumplings with kimchi and ground pork spiced with garlic and fresh ginger and cleaned Bluebell inside and out .

Before sweeping the paths clear of rose petals from the climbing rose which is still blooming strongly around the front door.

I love that I have a living stereotype of roses around the front door 

The blooms are a deep red this year and look magnificent .

I rang Chic Eleanor and arranged to meet for coffee and booked to see old Trev in his residential home later in the week. I will take the information the visitors to the flower show gave me when they dropped off the Hall blueprints. He’ll find them interesting. 

I also had an email prompt by the Royal Opera House to book tickets for the ballet Don Quixote in October for my sister’s Christmas pressie so I booked them quicksticks as tickets fly so quickly  and also managed booked us in for a meal on the balcony restaurant before hand …what fun 

I’ve always wanted to go.

How wonderful that we can.

Hey ho