Juggling away ...

The sun continues to shine, tempting me to rash notions of tackling the bit of garden beside my front steps, the bit that only gets sun in the morning ...only there isn't time and it would be deeply foolish given the high pollen count and the amount of singing required of me in the immediate future. So I contented myself by getting yet another load of washing done and out on the line - all the towels this time - because of the unshakeable belief that the weather can't last.

While Himself was away with the car (yes, back to the church, this time to practise) I also indulged in a spot of Spring cleaning (all this sunlight!) and tackled the  dark mould on the seal round the Everest windows in our bedroom, as well as some mildew on the Victorian panelling below them - I suspect the cold air in the north-east-facing wall is to blame when it meets the marginally warmer air in the room. I was rescued from this alien toil by the return of the organist, requiring coffee, and joined him in the garden for same.

I suddenly realised I'd forgotten - forgotten - to do my morning's Italian exercises, and I was still sitting in the son thinking out the Italian for "does your roommate cook often?" when Himself erupted from the back door with the news that the organ man had arrived and was going to fix the pedal that didn't work on Sunday after his last visit. By this time the stretching at Pilates yesterday was making the back of both legs feel so tight that I'd never walk again, so I decided to stop sitting around and toddle up to the church with the thought of getting a lift back home afterwards.

The photo above came from that walk - I suddenly noticed that the wonderful red rhododendrons in the garden in the bend of the road were out, and that the church tower - source of much dampness - was standing up above them looking picturesque. By the time I'd staggered up the hill (it's very steep!) the organ man had gone, but the surveyor who was assessing the fabric for the Quinquennial report was still there, peering at the stonework and using a camera mounted on a hugely long pole to examine the narthex roof. Apparently he'd also been using a drone ... We had a chat about the faults that he'd found, the source of the wet, the missing slates - not really in my zone of expertise, nor in that of most of the people who will have to set about fixing it all.

The day sort of resumed a bit of normality after that - early dinner, a rest, out to choir. There were only four singers tonight - one away, one brewing a cold - but we sang in tune and well, and it was actually a very rewarding rehearsal, working on vowel sounds and precise tempo changes. And then home, under a gibbous moon, for marmalade sandwiches and tea.

And now ... bed.