Iced Coffee

I have mastered Iced Coffee and drinking it in this heat makes it feel like I'm on holiday on a Greek Island. 

It's MiL's 86th birthday.  Clive rang the care home to chat with her but she didn't seem to know how to use the phone or who he was.  There had been a marked deterioration in just the last week. God knows how we will find her when we can visit again.

Hetty had an early walk, before 8am, and it's too hot for another walk now so we may have a sunset stroll later.

May is my favourite month, mainly,  because the garden comes alive. I cannot believe it's June tomorrow. 

Henry says the shore line near him in Northern Ireland is awash with 100s of jellyfish. Poor things.