If Sundays were any busier, I might as well join the clergy. No, really, I have been about God’s work for the whole morning, 8.30 until 12.45, and then again for half an hour this evening. Of course, I neither begrudge it nor expect a reward, here or in a possible afterlife.*
A delightful afternoon, at the gardens I mentioned a couple of days ago (sorry, it’s grandbabies that make me too tired to link). The weather, though windy, was warm and sunny: not at all what was forecast. The gardens themselves were sheltered and Squiffany was enchanted with low box hedges, whether to make an arrangement that an imaginative toddler can call a maze, or a knot garden. Box hedges it will be, then. And a lovely vegetable garden, with lots of flowers and fruit on the walls. Now my family know what I’m driving at. I have got my daughter-in-law onside.
My darling girlie and her lovely husband are safely home from their holiday, and visiting next weekend. When they come, we will, we hope, arrange for me to visit them so that we can spend a Saturday together – I have warmly recommended Gormley and we hope to go together.
All, in fact, is entirely well. But it’s too early to go to bed, so I must be hearty for at least another two hours. Bemuse or enchant my beloved family. Have a second glass of wine.
*Though ‘here’ would be most acceptable.