A lovely Sunday…

I have had a great day. Sunny, warm and my garden full of bees and birds. The birdcover has recovered from my previous neighbours’ destruction.

My daughter came and we sat in the sun, and she helped me put heavy stuff in the garbage.

She knelt to tend some plants and it reminded me of when she was eight and loved to water the plants and sweep the path. We made pizzas but she felt a bit off colour so I had twice as much dinner as usual.

She is finding lockdown hard. I am writing, so am doing my passion. I suggested she choreograph some dance.

My hip was biting as we came in. I almost fell twice. It’s so haphazard.

I have an editor who is crushing me. Pulverizing me. Let him. I don’t listen to lies.

I have had an intruder in my garden. It’s a bit disturbing but I’m ok.

I thought about talking to my daughter about the hospice but decided to leave it today.

I must take my outdoor broom to a friend.

Welcome to my new followers. I realise I haven’t done this for far too long.