Wednesday 31st March 2021
7.30 Sunshine and the prospect of another warm day. Yesterday was just brilliant, honestly what better therapy could there be after this dismal depressing winter, I know it’s not set to last but at least there is the feeling that it will be back again soon.
I would give last weekend about – 0 out of ten for various reasons and I can only think that was my excuse for forgetting I was due a grocery delivery between 8.00 and 9.00 in the morning of Monday 29th because after several hours awake I fell into a blissful sleep, waking up at 8.30. I wandered into the bathroom, showered, washed my hair…………and heard Audrey barking, at which point I realised and remembered the groceries. Quickly out of the bathroom, pj’s and dressing gown thrown on to still soaking wet self and stuck my foamy head out of the bedroom window where the delivery chap was patiently waiting, not your average middle
aged bloke but a young chap of course! There was nothing for it but to go down full of apologies, grab my shopping in as quickly as humanly possible and hope I hadn’t caused him to go straight back and give in his notice! Actually he was very nice and told me not to worry as he sees “All sorts” so there you are, I have become a Tescos All Sort.
13.00 I had meant to spend the day in the garden, so much to do out there but have only just managed to get outside. By lucky coincidence, my son, on his way from London to Brighton popped in to collect his post and I was able to nab him with the promise of a sandwich and a hot cross bun, to see if he could get the mower going for the first time this year. It is sixteen years old this year but friend David has serviced and nursed it along beautifully and it started first time. That lovely smell of new mown grass, all adding to the feeling of optimism and Spring. I want masses of colour in the garden this year and am currently full of enthusiasm, let’s hope it lasts.
I keep trying to get a decent picture of the deer in the field but although they stand there looking curious for quite some time, there seems to be an invisible line, their danger line, where they turn and melt back into the woods. Audrey has long given up showing any real interest in them and where she used to love to run with them, she now only sniffs in their direction and gets on with the important task of ball catching. The white stag still stands out from the crowd and is usually the nearest and it seems that it is with his signal that they retreat. I wish they knew we were friendly.