I’m not sure whether to carry on with the family story. Up til now, I’ve been writing down what I remember my mother telling me, but from here on it would be bound to become my own recollections, and I never intended it to be about me.
Today, I woke just after 5.30 and lay listening to the rain for a while. Since then the thunder has rolled around gently and i’ve lost my internet connection intermittently, although there hasn’t been a power cut. Al ordered a lot of strawberries for today, let’s hope they were picked last evening.
I was pleased to find, on Amazon, a book for the Sage’s birthday, which is next weekend. He usually ignores his birthday, more or less – he’s never let me do a party, not even for significant numerals. This year’s isn’t even that: indeed for the next three months we will both be prime numbers.
It’s still raining. We are to expect 2 inches, or 5 centimetres, today. This sounds quite a lot. East Angular gardeners don’t complain about rain though. Especially if they garden on sandy gravel.