According to the forecast today will end with thunderstorms......we need the rain, but not torrential, we can do without that.
DB has finished off working in the front garden, the edges are all neat and clipped, I have a couple of plants appeared which I did not plant, look like daisies but purple and very tall. Hey Ho.......
DB has had the razor applied to his hair, it was very long and he was complaining his head was sweating so he now resembles a skinhead.......need to get him the chains and bovver boots and he will be set.......
No housework today, did the kitchen yesterday. I read in the paper this morning that cleaners may be allowed back, will wait and see what BJ says tomorrow night.
I need to pare back spending we have gone a bit mad just lately. Our bed is so high off the floor I have to climb in, I bought the new mattress but we really need now to get the frame and I also need to look at ordering the new cooker in a couple of months. Expecting the seat anytime, so will need to get R to come and put it together.
The back garden is beginning to look good, I need to pull some more rhubarb, it is growing like weeds just now. DB is fretting because his french beans have not germinated, he has sown some more. I like the french beans cooked whole with a bit of butter. I put the butter in the pan after I have drained the water and give the pan a shake, yummy.
We sat out for our morning tea, everywhere is very quiet apart from vehicles from the farm going out with trailers loaded with manure, I guess they are muck spreading somewhere.
Neighbours round about us were having BBQ's last night.......our new neighbour was outside talking with her father until it was dark. Not that it disturbed us, we could just hear the murmur of voices, we had the back door open. It had been a glorious day, very sunny and warm.
Supper tonight will be frittata with green salad, I cut a few too many wedges yesterday so will dice them up and cook them, make potato salad.
Knock on the door, very large parcel, the new bench, just waiting for the glue, an we will be Darby and Joan sitting on the bench in the garden.
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