A hard day…

My neighbours are a family with three teenagers. l.

I had a long chat with the younger boy, whom I bumped into. He is delightful, very well mannered and happy to chat with an adult. How refreshing. He gave me the rundown on his family.

I have lost my good scissors in the garden (I think). I picked them up in order to trim some old stems so that new ones could grow. But I went to plant a clematis from my daughter and changed my mind about the location. So after it was planted I no longer had scissors in my hand so went back to the original place I wanted to put the clematis. Not there.

I retraced all my steps but not found them.

My garden looks great. Everything is growing or blooming or both. I’m so happy about it.

This morning I reported the scaffolders to the HSE. I hit my ankle bone against a pole while trying to get out.

That’s my head and my ankle now. I phoned the company and the work isn’t even finished yet!!!!! The scaffolding has been up since January. I am irate.

Then a phone call from an idiotic police call handler about an incident I reported. What she told me was ridiculous and absurd.

A fellow writer emailed me and said she wished she could live next door to me. It gave me tears.

My thigh is swollen because my femural nerve is stressed. I don’t know why this has suddenly happened. It’s now only slightly painful. A while ago it was extremely painful during the night, but at the time I thought I had dreamed it.

This morning I woke and listened to birdsong. Wonderful. And I hear the blackbird perched outside my window now.