My gardening friend dropped in today. I knew she was coming but was totally unprepared when the door was knocked. She lets herself in, but Martin was home, unusually, and he welcomed her.
I have been cold today again. Tomorrow is meant to be 18 C. If it is, I will go around the harbour.
The cannabis disappeared after I ate some twice. If it fell, or Martin took it I have no idea.
I am desperately trying to reduce my use of electricity. My last bill was horrendous, and I am a low user. Of course, Martin adds to the usage. It is hard to gauge the difference.
My cousin phoned and was horrified at how my surgery treated me. At least I won my complaint.
My editing suite is looking horrified at the tone here. It’s not my tone though but certain words trigger it.
I’m grateful for my garden and my friends. I find joy in my plants, and the birds.