I did most of what I planned today (one job is still waiting for me), but not at the time I had intended. Because it was hot and, though I can’t sunbathe, I love a glorious summer’s day. So I dressed in a particularly pretty frock, did necessary tasks in the morning, went in to school for a final meeting with the Head – just a few loose ends to tie up, nothing much – and went back home to cut back the creeper from around the windows, ready for the wood to be re-stained later this week. But Russell was going out so I couldn’t do the upstairs windows with no one to hold the ladder. So I defrosted and emptied one of the fridges (the other is now crammed full) and, after lunch, took a glass of quite low alcohol beer and the newspapers out into the garden and there I sat for – oh, hours. I don’t know, two or three. I had a big hat on and a garden parasol and I was rather too hot, but winter carried on for so long, you’re not going to catch me minding about a bit of heat.
We have moved the fridge and it’s settling down ready to be turned on tomorrow afternoon and I shinned up the ladder and cut the creeper, so no harm was done by my afternoon off.
Cooking is exceptionally simple at present, now I don’t have the Aga on. The tabletop cooker is no pleasure at all to use, though it works perfectly well. So I just prepared a couple of trout en papillote and served them with Norfolk samphire. And then we had some Suffolk raspberries.
There’s an advertisement on the television with dogs and Ben has his nose pressed to the glass. He’ll be so pleased when Rupert arrives on Wednesday night.