Garland

Disjointed morning. The gasman did not cometh! Faffed around waiting for him only for him to email (for goodness sake) that he was detained by another job.

We did spend some time out in the garden deciding what needs to be done to smarten up the place; rationalise the vast number of pots, create a new bed, remove invasive ivy and what to do with the main wall. Today’s blip is of a garland of fresh flowers decorating the trunk of our ancient apple tree.

Bright sunshine this afternoon tempted us on a tour of the local golf courses. My, but the wind was lazy, just went through rather than around you.

I’m at the Marmite Ukes tonight as Susan has gone to guitar.