Wednesday

I spent all morning working in the cutting then came back up to the house to watch the procession of The Queen to Westminster Hall.

I found it incredibly moving. 

Clive had been working in his part of the garden and came into the house singing loudly and calling me by one of the ridiculous and numerous pet names he has for me. Completely ruined the mood.

Eggs on toast then back to the cutting.  I've put a proper shift in today and am bushed!