I was feeling awful this morning. Even so, I dragged myself out of bed and prepared to leave the house. My ingrained need to go shopping had a hold over me that was stronger than the germ currently living inside me.
I gave the girls a twisty stick and headed out into the road. I stopped and looked around. The last thing I felt like doing was walking into Farnham. Looking back with longing at the front door I did a quick mental stock take of the fridge contents. From memory.
I was so sick yesterday that I hadn’t eaten anything for dinner. I figured I could make something. Mirinda was returning home tonight so it had to be something substantial.
I went back inside, removed my hat and fleece and made another coffee.
Not that I went back to sleep. There were things that needed doing and I’d just given myself an extra hour in which to do them.
There were the bulbs for a start. The bulbs that had been ripped out of the lavender bed and were now starting to grow in the greenhouse. Bulbs that I’d already planted once.
I took the necessary equipment out the front and found places for them all.
Hopefully they’ll grow.
I also managed a lot of washing and general cleaning before taking the girls to the park.
There wasn’t as many dog walkers as usual which could have been because of the grey clouds. Not that it was going to rain but it was a bit chilly and the ground was still splodgy.
The Avenue of Trees was looking particularly forlorn and wintry.
It’s good to see that the Wednesday volunteers have been hard at it. This time of year the willow is bent over, forming a wildlife hedge in front of the fence. You can just see it in the above photograph at the right.
We saw a few dogs we knew and a few we didn’t but most of the time Emma just ran after her ball and Freya kept naughty squirrels at bay. Or up trees. Then, after a long while, I was starting to feel the cold (this is very rare) so we went home.
And dinner was fine. I made mustard smeared pork medallions on a bed of kale and broccoli.
