Another month almost over as the year progresses.
Our routine hasn’t changed much, though with the dire weather of late, we are content to stay in.
We had a wayward compost bin lid which decided to fly over next door’s fence, except it was a different next door to what you would imagine. Hubby had to retrieve it from the property at the bottom of our garden, she of the fence that is only hers when it doesn’t need a repair.
The lid is now inside our compost bin with a brick on the top.
The flowering plants at the bottom of our garden in what we call the junk plot have been flattened in the 65 kph gusts of wind.
Walking round the block with Maggie this morning, I noticed some storm damage and memories of our own fences of that design in the cottage immediately sprung to mind. The fence concerned does not belong to the property where the broken panel is lying, and the couple that live there are elderly and in very poor health, she currently being in hospital and he being on morphine for back problems. He has maintained the fence in the past, but could not do this repair himself and the owners are unlikely to as it is a holiday let.
It’s another miserable day. The dog is restless and will not be getting many walks as showers are expected throughout the day and it will be a case of dodging the rain. It’s all rather depressing, but does have a plus side insomuch as the holidaymakers will be staying in or away altogether, so hopefully when we do get out with her ladyship, we won’t have to dodge people too.