Hello! It’s 12.20 hr UK time and the stew is sizzling in the pressure cooker so we shall be having lunch soon.
I walked Maggie this morning on my own and met up with several people also out walking their dogs. We chatted for a few minutes and then went on our separate ways, but it was nice to have some casual conversation with familiar faces. Most people here are doing OK, having got used to the restrictions and working out new routines. Our neighbour went shopping this morning and town was dead, only 3 people in the Co-Op, so she was able to get some basic provisions. When Hubby went up for his blood test at 9.15, it was different story and queues were everywhere. She thinks it was because when she went it was Pensioner Hour. It’s her birthday tomorrow and as we can’t socialise as we’d originally intended by taking her out for a meal, if it’s nice, I’m going to do a tray of tea and biscuits and we’ll take two folding chairs out and sit on her drive singing Happy Birthday.
So, what have we been up to today?
Apart from the usual housework and preparation of our three day stew, we have been out in the garden. The Minions are now planted, having got into a good rhythm of me poking a hole in the dirt with the broom handle and Hubby dropping in an onion. We’ve planted 100 so we shall see how they do. Hopefully it will rain this afternoon, if not we shall be out with the watering can to jolly them along.
Tom and Jerry are defunct, being totally outshone by the cucumber and peppers seedlings.
The second generation in the bedroom haven’t shown their heads yet, but we only started them off a week ago.
Whilst Hubby prepared a secondary patch for our remaining Minions, I got the mower out and cut the front grass. Well, at least I think I’ve cut it, I went up and down often enough over the flattened areas. Our little mower tries its best, but struggles. Roll on when we can get Hubby’s shed and a bigger beast of the petrol variety.