My garden daffs and the shocking pink flamingo baking measures I bought in London
The American’s have a good word for jobs.
There are chores to be done.
I like the word chores.
Today has been the day for chores.
I bought a camellia for Nu’s garden which will be sent to her lovely new home in Surrey. Sorted out my diabetes Eye test and booked the Welsh in for their Haircuts.
I picked up a coffee and porridge from McDonalds and splashed out on a cheesy bacon wrap for Roger and Mary. ( they both eat their goodies with eyes blissfully closed)
I then went to see village leaders Ian and Helen about the Flower Show only to find them out, so I did shopping, collected a prescription for Trendy Carol’s hubby, paid Anne Williams for the throws she bought me from Spain, before cleaning out a kitchen cupboard and going to Supervision in Prestatyn.
Islwyn was walking down the lane when I returned home and stopped to talk
“You’ve lost weight” he observed, adding “I’m glad, this village would be sad to lose you”
Im getting more of that sort of comment recently and will accept the sentiment behind it now with some alacrity.
“Thank You” I told him, but he was already sharing an anecdote about a family member who had his legs taken off when he was 26 stone, the moment was gone.
I picked daffs from the garden as the chill evening approached
They make the cottage cheerful
They always do.