Sunday

I woke up at 6.30 am and walked the dogs briefly before going back to bed
The man on the right side of the bed didn't wake until 10 am
We drank coffee from the French cups without handles and talked until 11.30
That's when Mary joined us , all pert and unhappy that she had been left out for so long
More coffee and breakfast in the sun
He's gone now and Winnie is licking the cheese sauce from last nights supper dish
I made garlic croutons too
But there's non of those left
Just the washing up, radio 4
And the westerly breeze floating through the cottage windows
Sunday afternoon

Normality Resumes

Back to work

Vlog

My first and last forray into vlogging

dumplings

 Looks like shite but my first homemade Chinese dumplings ...bloody lovely
In front of the art wall
My first sweet peas,
Nice to catch up with mates x

All is Well

Janet treated me to a new Ceanothus bush this afternoon
She knew just how fond I was of my ceanothus tree which was blown down a few winter's ago
It's a bright blue when in flower and will provide a colourful backdrop in the garden  next to Bluebell
I planted it at teatime
Nothing much has happened today
But it's been peaceful and comfortable and nice
I made a vlog a few minutes ago

The Garden

I'm not buying any more plants from today
That's a promise I intend to keep for myself .
The cleared areas in the cottage garden beyond the kitchen wall have been filled with rubekia, hydrangea, lavender and yellow achillea
I can afford no more.
The honeysuckle and trellis for the side of the shed will have to wait
Mary is chasing bees as sweet William used to do and Albert is watching me clean the garden umbrella with half shuttered uninterested eyes.
Mrs Trellis has given the garden her approval as she passed with Blue
" I understand your sister is to thank for the considerable improvement !" She said wryly
Word gets around

Borborygmi

I've just eaten my first meal in 24 hours
As a friend has just texted
" Things could go either way!!!"
I am reminded of my favourite medical term here
Borborygmi
It's a fantastic word
Bor-Bor-yg-mi
It means abnormal and loud bowel sounds 

What a great word
It pissing down today and I don't want to venture out more than a frenetic wriggle walk away from the nearest loo just in case!
Subsequently I'm a bit bored.
The girls have just been taken out by the sexy bearded dog walker and are all wet and doggy smelling

I have a lump of clay underneath the sink
I think I may start my chess set

My borborygmi is loud !
Am I gonna blow?

Favourite words please , the odder the better

Pain

A friend of mine shared that they were sexually abused as a child, just the other day.
His eyes were dark and pained , even though he was smiling
The comment was almost hidden within another comment on another subject but it was there and screamed within a sentence like an Opera singer's High B
I've heard many confessions like this before. Being a former Samaritan it was an almost commonplace event on the phone lines
But it was only a second such sharing I had ever received from a friend
And I paused for a moment
Thinking carefully on how to respond.
" That was a brave thing to share" I told him after the pause
He nodded and made light of everything so I asked if he wanted to talk about things
"Not now!" he told me firmly
And that's where we left it

There is so much pain hidden away in some people
The secret of it sometimes showing in their eyes