Last of the summer - sweet peas

The sun has returned, hurray. It looked pretty miserable again this morning but seems to have cleared up. I can see blue sky through the scaffolding and the boardwalks.

The avoidance techniques continue. Boy, am I getting good at this, right up there at PhD standard, I think.

After nearly hour long phone call to friend N in Inverurie last night (well he is just out of hospital after an embolism scare) it was almost another hour to friend K this a.m. (also in God's own country) who, excitingly, has a new man in her life, her previous one having done much the same as mine, right down to the age group. No matter how busy and pressured one is it is important to keep up with friends, don't you think? You never know when you'll need them.

Then, when the sun emerged it seemed really important to take hunners and hunners of pics of the last sweet peas from the garden, with scrunched up tissue paper as a prop to hide the dust, dirt and detritus, my glass perfume bottles, other stuff on the window sill. I think it gives them a sort of wedding feel, which, when you consider my current and about to be future status is totally inappropriate. Taking so many means it took ages to review and decide on today's blip. I think it's one of the better ones. I got very confused by the end and was beginning to lose the will to live. All this for a blip! The roofers are back so the peace is shattered but I'm happy to see them as we all want this work finished.

I've kept up with my blip subs, doesn't do to fall behind, and ground my teeth at all these sunny ones from Oz. I've taken the recycling to the communal bin, taken down the bottle box ready for tomorrow morning's collection (and managed to cut my finger in the process, broken vase) and written a few very important e-mails. I haven't been swimming or to French.

I only have a 2 and a bit more hours to fill with useless endeavour before I have to go to P's. Lunch, I think and then maybe I'll have to start giving serious thought to what next Monday's blip should be - my tercentenary.

Gosh this is a hard life. Meanwhile PURE sits, on my shoulder, glowering at me. IOt won't go away - you and I both know that!