Halfway through another week already...

It feels like winter around here today. Cold wind blowing and rain hitting the windows with vigour. It is oh so tempting to think of switching on the heating again, but it is JUNE for heaven's sake. I will curl up under some blankets instead.

One more day of exams for David. Some have been good, he says (like today), but some have been horrible. Like yesterday. Oh well. We have to wait till mid August for the results. And there is absolutely nothing I, personally, can do about any of it. And helpfully, he announced today that he had good news and bad. The good news was that the exam was great. The bad news was that he has lost his phone. Oh joy. Add that to the list of things to acquire before he goes to uni in September.

My poor sister has just had 2 weeks of holiday, and it has rained nearly every day. She had intended spending lots of time in her garden, but I know gardening in the rain would not be my choice either. Mud is not a particularly attractive proposition at the best of times. I have never had any desire to have a mud bath. Come to think of it, no-one I know has ever had one. Any of you?? Do tell. I may have missed something!

I seem to be taking random posts to new dizzy-ing heights here.

I can't tell you how divine it is to walk into the garden (rain or not) and pick some lettuce leaves for my salad. I get such a kick out of eating things I have grown! The tomatoes and beans are looking splendid. They are growing. As in... are alive. And so are the roses. They are all blooming now, and the bushes are covered with buds.

Soon it will be 2 years since Geoff died. I can't believe the date. He went into hospital on the 26 June 2006. And he died on 7 July. It still seems like just days you know. I think, because the hospital complaint thingy is still dragging on, it keeps it in the forefront of my mind so much more. I had another conversation with the complaints department last week. I was in the staffroom at the time, and everyone fell silent and listened to what ended up with me informing them, quite calmly and eloquently, that I had made enough concessions and compromises, and that no, I was not prepared to wait until August to see the man, and that they seemed to have lost sight of the fact that I was, in actual fact, the complainant here, and that they should prioritse my appointment accordingly. Humph. The girls cheered when I put the phone down.

So now I wait again. At this rate, it will take forever.

Right.

I need to go and water the hanging baskets. They never seem to get any rain in them. And I need to think about supper too. I have one hungry son mooching about. Brain food. That is what we need. Maybe tuna......