I can't find any socks. Sigh. My feet are freezing, and my son has INCONSIDERATELY taken all his socks to uni with him. Hmph. I need a plan. I have plenty of scarves. Maybe I can wind them around my feet. Walking may not be easy though and heaven knows it is not easy to start with. I will never take walking for granted again, people. Never.
Cold. It is going to drop to about 5 degrees tonight and so help me, does not feel much more than that now. We have had hail today and for one moment, I thought it was snow. It would not have surprised me. At all.
Margaret, the gardening fairy, arrived early this morning and has tackled my garden. She is a whirling dervish, and she has created order from the chaos, and only stopped when she ran out of bin space. I hobbled outside at speed when I saw her balanced precariously at the top of my ladder trying to bring down the last of my apples. I held the ladder. I am heroic.
It is so frustrating having to watch, and not do it myself. She is a teacher, so she was quite at home telling me to get inside and sit down now and then. And then Jean arrived, and we all had coffee and chatted, and the morning flew by. It was lovely to have visitors. Margaret was really pleased to have Jean here as it kept me indoors. And out of her way. Friends are great, and I am so fortunate to have them around. Margaret is doing the garden simply because she want to do it. So sweet.
Back to socks...A few years ago, my friend in Cape Town sent me some amazing socks - I can't remember what they were made of but they were the warmest most inelegant things on earth. 100% something natural, but I have no idea what. I loved them. I have hidden them somewhere so safe that I can't find them. Hang on..... maybe they are in a box......................I am back. No. Sob. The feet are now wrapped in a blanket. I am so up on fashion here. The blanket is red. Therefore it looks warm. And I am rabbitting on here about absolutely nothing.
I need coffee.