A fairly good day…

Today I planted some some plants that had arrived at the end of last week. I did get them outside in the rain on Sunday evening. They weren’t particularly thirsty but every drop helps.

This is for the raised bed I made. I am beautifying the other side of my garden. Pete has come up with plans that will save me having to pay to go to the dump.

I gave some neighbours a bowl of my tomatoes. I hope they enjoy them as much as I do. It’s such a good feeling to give home grown food away. I found out at the weekend that a community garden has been started nearby. I will pop along some time.

I have been editing. It is so tiring. I got some eye drops for tired eyes. I should wear my glasses more often.

I received my copy of Locked Write Down today. It’s always a rewarding feeling. I only know one of the other poets included in it. His poem is very fine.

My hip has played up a few times today. Last night when I went to bed I could feel the nerves right down to my ankle. It’s very odd. I wonder what the x-ray will show.

Boris Johnson has arranged for cycling to be prescribed on the NHS. This is good in principle, but one must cycle fast enough to raise one’s heartbeat in order to get fit or fitter. Just ambling to work to to the shops is not enough. One would need to take a change of clothes to work to make it work. I know people who do this. Walking is the same principle, as with any exercise.

And he goes on about a second spike of Covid-19 but we’re still in the first wave. Oh dear. Not listening to the science.

Weird things and no closure…

So I wrote two posts thinking that only people logged in to WordPress would be able to see, but no, it turns out they have to be logged in to my account. So that didn’t work and someone asked twice to be let into my account…

Here’s atcha, willowdaydreamer, whoever you may be.

I wanted to stop the trolls from nosing at everything I write. This isn’t really that interesting.

I slept late this morning after waking early. I had coffee again. It’s so nice to enjoy it again.

My left hip has really been troublesome today. It feels like it’s numb, and this travels down my leg, but my sciatica has a sensation too. After 5pm it became hard to walk, but I planted a plant and checked my strawberries. A large crop is coming in the next week. I’m looking forward to that on my muesli. Or porridge.

I haven’t needed to water as we have rain on and off. It’s spitting now, and a storm is brewing very close by. Soon it will pour.

I’m glad because I forgot to water my hanging baskets whenever I last watered. I must remind myself to do them. They are filled with perennials as I don’t do temporary plants. Some will start trailing soon. They should look good.

On Wednesday night I slept well after eating an entire carrot cake. I started with a slice and then had two. And the rest is history.

I am planning a cheesecake for my daughter’s birthday. I bought chocolate biscuits for the base. I need to think about this, but see no reason why it won’t work. The base is simply smooshed biscuits with melted butter and chilled.

I might grate chocolate on the top. I’m thinking of using juice of orange to set it. Orange and chocolate go well.

I’m bothered about my hip. It catches me unawares. It seems to function better if I ignore it, but that isn’t always possible. I don’t see what can be done though.

This morning I disturbed a cat in my garden. This vexed me. Then I found lots of white feathers on my path. I’m thinking these belong to a seagull, so I’m not too upset. I just don’t want a cat in my garden.

My cousin phoned. We laughed. Mostly at the absurd in our lives. Laughing is such a gift. I’m glad every time I laugh as it is good for my soul and my body too.

I’m aware I have no closure on the man who nine months ago crooned over me that he would not let me die alone and that he only cared about me and him from that point on.

It’s a strange place to be. No closure.

My nightmare symptom…

I have set this so that only wordpress users who are signed in can read. Yesterday’s too. I am tired of every Tom, Dick and Harry trolling me.

Today a nurse from the surgery came to look at my horrid symptom. I call it that because I can’t bear to talk about it. I care for it every day and try to forget it.

She seemed concerned but didn’t ask any ridiculous questions, which really helped. She was pleasant without being ‘sweet’ or sickly.

After that I had three deliveries, and the window cleaner came, which I had temporarily forgotten. All that done, I wrote for a while and then made pizza for dinner. I used loads of cheese, much more than usual. I wanted to feel very sated.

My hip has not bothered me at all in the last few days. How fickle the body is.

I haven’t watered the garden as we are due rain tomorrow and if I water the tomatoes too much they will have no flavour. I want flavour.

So now I have read for a while and am drinking a small glass of rose Pinot Grigio. It’s very pleasant.

It’s been greyish today but warm. Quiet except for birds and the odd voice here and there.

A good day in all.

So hot…

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Today has been very hot, hovering around 29-30C. Here it gets muggy at that temperature. When I lived in California it would get to 35 C and I didn’t feel it as it was such a dry heat. My hair would bleach and when I was not formal for work, my tops and skirts/shorts would give me a tan without ever trying. just walking from place to place or to my car would be enough.

I have been lied about to a website. I have my suspicions. I’m not saying anything more.

I rested on waking this morning. I knew it would be hot so I made the most of the coolness. I have worked and found it too hot, even with my ceiling fan. My dehumidifier is filling up.

My county was put into an emergency status as beaches further west were closed and to the east people crowded onto the beaches. Most of the south of England was in gridlock with traffic.

There are no amenities for these people, no campsites, hotels or public restrooms. The police cannot cope. We fear they are bringing Covid19 with them, as our stats for that went up last time.

My daughter came with shopping and did some stuff I find heavy. Then I took a longed for shower, and now feel fresh and fragrant again.

It’s a glorious evening. I love evenings.

My hip does continue to give way at times. For the most part it doesn’t hurt. When I gives way, the sensation is very uncomfortable but not exactly pain. I can’t see my doctor at present and I may not bother to mention it as the most likely remedy is not possible for me.

My borage is thriving. I want to have Pimm’s with someone so I can add some.

The strawberries are cropping again and the tomatoes are ripening.

So much to be joyful about and I’m grateful. My lemon tree is showing early fruit, but I’m not expecting any this year.

Hot and changes…

No image today as wordpress has confounded me again. I hope you take a look at the memes I post. Some are really wise and others are fun.

I’ve just changed my broadband supplier. I will save heaps of money. This companies just sneak it up on you. I also changed my utilities, again it will be cheaper.

Today has been hot. I had my windows open and my fan on at times. I’ve been busy all day. I went out to cool and feel the breeze before dinner. I didn’t get far as I met two ladies who wanted to chat.

Pete was here and now my tomato plants are tied to a broom handle that was in my shed. I’ve cut off more leaves to take away weight, but I also purchased more supports. I never dreamt they would grow so big.

I like that I’ve dressed every day through lockdown. It certainly helped me feel good. Inside, I’m a sexy woman in her forties, not an unwell person. The me that people see is not the me that I am.

My lockdown hair is beyond all hope now. I just try to make gaps for my eyes.

Catch up…

In my last post I forgot to mention my hip, even though it was in the title.

It had been giving way for a few days. Not painful, just unreliable. Today it has been fine. My femoral nerve seems better too.

I am still writing, despite all the enmity that came my way for standing up for my principals. My stats are good.

We just had our 8pm clap for NHS staff. It’s such a unifying thing. And afterwards there is always my thank you email. It is so uplifting.

It’s so sad that we have had to rely on people raising money to fund the NHS. Even though it’s funded by our income tax the government has not funded it properly for 11 years.

We have rain. And the temperature has dropped. We need rain. I did not need a drop in temperature though. All I can do is make the best of it.

My garden is full colour. My chosen colours. The bees are busy.

A great day and thanks Danette…

It’s been a good day. I had breakfast with a friend al fresco and did some writing. The people next door printed a photo of the malicious letter from a previous neighbour as they had thrown the original into their fire. I have reported it.

They are upset by such interference in their lives. I am grateful that they told me as now I know that she sent one to my previous neighbours. I was so shocked that they turned against me overnight.

It doesn’t occur to me that someone could be so malicious and wicked. How sad that her life is filled with hate and she keeps checking to see if the house is available.

I gave her so many bottles of wine, a book, flowers. When she broke her back I sent flowers and they came back. I lent her a book, don’t know what happened to that. M. Ebsworth replaced it for me. She threw 12kg of kindling over the fence into my garden. A jar of wax and a food cover.

Anyway, I got writing done. Planted tomato plants, my cleaner came,, a friend came.

I am getting some colour on my legs and arms. I feel good. My hip is a problem as it gives way after biting. I need to meditate.

Danette came to medium through my link! God bless her. Anyone can find my articles in my web profile.

I just was named Productivity Wizard by my editing suite. A great end to my day.

Another sunny day…

I know people like this…

Today was sunny again, but I slept late again and didn’t get going until lunch time.

It was my cleaners day but I mainly got him to do stuff in the garden. I only wanted the kitchen and bathroom cleaned. Nothing else is dirty. So some tubs were filled and planted. A mini stereo installed.

I’ve discovered that the editor who is bullying me has no doctorate, but calls himself Dr anyway. There is no record of him in the directory of the graduates from the open source course he claims to have done.

He keeps bringing up stuff I’ve already admitted was a mistake. He has no shame in what he says.

I’m fine though. I am loved by so many that I collaborate with. But I would rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not. I’m content. I am used to being reviled for my talents. -fixing what is wrong in faculties, agencies, schools, and other organisations.

I was called in to audit Social Services.

I am trying to submit a poem. I need to make time.

In spring the garden keeps calling me out.

My hip has been biting a lot. I start to fall, but regain strength at the last minute. I hope it passes. Prayer and meditation.

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.