I am feeling really guilty as I seem to have spent no time at all posting or writing in the last week. I simply do not know where the time has gone, it is crazy. I am meant to be retired with leisurely days stretching ahead of me in which to wallow and loll and endlessly commune with all your Random readers out there. I know an awful lot of you check Random Jottings every day and to see the same old coming up must be a pain. So my apologies.
OK, what have you been doing I hear you cry? Well, I have got through four books in the last week as I really needed to buckle down and read them as I have promised to do and to post about them. So, hopefully, I can get on with that tomorrow.
I have also been gardening. We have communal gardens in our small block of flats and though we have a gardener who does the basics, ie mow and trim hedges, the rest of the gardens are looked after by the residents. Well, about three of the residents. All women. The men 'supervise'...... We do this out of love and pleasure for the results but once you start planting and weeding you cannot stop else it takes over. In the last week I have planted several perennial bushes and plants and put in about eighty bedding plants. This has resulted in me walking around like Quasimodo for a couple of days and that is just easing up as I write. Then a meeting of our Resident's Association, taking a friend to hospital for an appointment, popping in to see an old friend of my mum's who I keep an eye on and before you know it the week has gone.
Of course I also have been up to London to see and help with grandchildren. As you all know I adore my two darling girls and happily spend hours with them but driving and running around after a 4 year old and a 20 month old does take it out of you. But it is lovely to see them and on Sunday the family were staying in a cottage in Long Melford in Suffolk and I drove there to meet them for afternoon tea.
Simply wonderful to arrive and see Florence dancing up and down in excitement at seeing me and tearing through the house to greet me as I got to the door. The two ladies at the door laughed with pleasure at the welcome I got. It is these small things that make me forget any tiredness. It was a glorious day and we sat on the lawn, pots of tea, scones, cream and raspberry jam with sun shining and blue skies and the English countryside at its very best. A simply wonderful afternoon.
Stayed late so James and Helen could nip out for a meal and I sat in the tiniest sitting room I have ever been in. About the size of my bathroom. Bijou is the only word to use to describe Gate Cottage but then you walk through a tiny shared garden and out into an enormous field where the children can run and play and there is a Wendy House. Such a surprise.
I feel better now I have let you know that I am still here and book reviews coming up shortly....promise.