We’re back home again – which doesn’t mean a lot although, in this case, it means my house.  We came in separate cars this time, I having left Reading first and leaving LT to close down the house and follow.  Having admired what Roses had done in the garden, I unpacked the car and then heard a car draw up.  Naturallyish enough, I assumed it was Tim, but it wasn’t; it was Alex, who is the son of a friend and, it transpires, temporarily between jobs.  This is something of a godsend, I’ve got quite a lot of things that aren’t strictly gardening, so not within the remit of what I ask Wince to do.  So Alex is coming tomorrow and I’ll pay him by the hour and we’ll take it from there.

Wince has looked after everything in the greenhouse beautifully, Roses has looked after the chickens and cats similarly.  Everything looks lovely.  There’s a lot to do though, it’s a busy time of year in the garden.  And socially.  And at the school.

Tim and I have been sharing Soan Papdi, to give us energy.  I’ve bought a couple of big boxes, by the way, to put out at the blog party.  I spread the love, darlings.

I’m listening to music, written and performed by LT back in the day, having eaten brown trout, samphire, Pembrokeshire new potatoes and sugar snap peas for dinner.  And this evening, for the first time in about 20 years, I succeeded in solving a “deadly” ‘killer sudoku’ puzzle (which is based on sudoku but considerably harder) in little over an hour.  I used to do those regularly for fun, in the days of the wonderful Tough Puzzles magazine, but had completely lost the ability.

Life is good, darlings.  I hope it is for you too.

We’re at LT’s house at present, though we only got back here today.  After I last wrote, I became a bit busy – last Sunday, Ro and Dora came to lunch, then I drove down to my friend Charlotte’s village, which is Dunwich on the coast (if you know East Angular, it’s between Southwold and Aldeburgh) because her village was holding a flower festival.  She bought me tea and a fabulous, home-made meringue flavoured with rosewater and then took me home for more tea, to see her daughter and a friend, who were staying with her.  Miriam stayed in the annexe about three years ago, when she had a gap between leaving university and visiting Australia.  She shared a birthday with my mother and was very fond of her, the whole family has been close to mine for … well, over a century, now I come to think about it.

After I left, I drove down to LT’s house and, the next day, we drove to Pembrokeshire (that’s in Wales, darlings, in case any of you is in doubt) and we’ve had the most wonderful, relaxing holiday in his caravan there.  It’s in a lovely location by the sea and the weather was perfect, unlike that over the border in England.  It was hard not to feel a bit smug, I have to admit, reading grumbles on Facebook about having the heating on in June – though now we’re back, we have too.  Apparently, it’s due to change tomorrow.

I’ve got a few pictures for you, but they may well wait until I get home, unless I post them from my phone and then annotate them into another post.  Not tonight though, anyway.