The Six Nations

It’s the rugby season and the start of the Six Nations, kicking off with the contest for the Calcutta Cup between England and Scotland. We had high hopes as we sat down to watch, but were as disappointed as last year when we lost. It was an excellent game though and very keenly fought, so we enjoyed it nonetehless.

Between matches, we took ourselves out into the garden for a bit of fresh air. John filled up one of the green bins with more hedge clippings and I emptied all of the growbags that are now surplus to requirements, tipping the compost under the hedge at the bottom of the garden.

I also inspected the bird feeder that I had so carefully hung up down there. I had watched a squirrel for a good twenty minutes this morning, hanging upside-down, stuffing its face and emptying the blooming thing! True enough, the bird-feeder was half empty……. can you spot the squirrel, hanging on by its tail?

We both felt pleased with what we had done in the garden, but were positive that we’d done enough and, if any more gardening were required, we’d be doing it tomorrow.

I had lazed in bed all morning, feeling as if I had overdone it a little yesterday. I mean, I only sorted out papers, so it shouldn’t really have been arduous, but I did spend a while doing the job (all afternoon) so perhaps it was the time taken rather than the activity itself that told on me.

Anyway, once I was up and abluted, I nipped up to Oakes’ to buy a bit of meat and veg. I was in the mood to buy something exciting, but didn’t see anything particular that took my fancy so I came home with just meat and veg. Ah, well.

Nothing more to report – at least, if there is, I don’t seem to remember it!! After all, one can only write so much about eating meals, drinking tea, bed-making and watching TV, can’t one?

Take care everyone. God bless.