Hello from a very wet part of Middle England. All vague plans to start weeding a raised bed are shelved. I thought the rain was due tomorrow, but it came today instead. But I have started soaking the sweetpeas ready to be planted out tomorrow. I hope. Jean and I have gone through our substantial collections of seeds for spring and summer, and do not need to buy anything else. We have enough seeds between us to last years. And then some!
I have good news and bad news. The good news is that the mouse has vacated the premises, and seems to have been travelling alone. In the event that he has relatives in hiding, there are 7 traps scattered around. Just in case. All baited with Swiss chocolate, of course. I like to do things with style around here.
The bad news is that the flat roof over the extension housing the laundry area, and shower room downstairs has sprung a leak. Brown water coming down the walls. Oh joy. I had the Roof Man round to investigate, and he tells me that flat roofs last 10-15 years. This one was here before we moved in 20 years ago, so it has done well. It needs to be replaced. He said that roofing needs to be checked. WHAT?? That is definitely a blue job and not a pink one. And I have never felt moved to check a roof in my life. Oops. So Mr Roof Man will return next week to rip of the old and replace it with the new. Give me strength. I could do without these little annoyances. Unplanned annoyances.
However, one needs the rain to stay out, and I can't leave it, or the beams and ceilings will get ruined and we do not want to go there. Oh no we do not. It is just as well that my friends and I have decided to make March the month where we eat all the things in the freezers and cupboards, before we buy a thing.
I am off to Bath on Monday for what is probably the final visit to the hospital. They will always be available if I need to call or see them, but they will no longer be managing my condition. The GP and I will be doing that. They have taught me ways to cope and I just have to use them and adapt. Nothing else to be done. And in the meantime, this wretched cold virus thingy is playing havoc with my days. And nights. I sound as though I have the plague. But I have now invested in industrial strength day and night nurse medicine and will be retiring to the couch. The ripple blanket is growing nicely.
Have a lovely weekend!