Friday 17th September 2021

 

Friday September 17th

 


Things here are fine and I have been attacking my ever growing ‘to do’ list with some success and lots of things ticked off (faster than the next thing arrives).

Good news after the eye op.  I have had two check ups and the doc is pleased with the progress.  Funny thing is I will probably need glasses as well, but the difference is amazing .

We knew summer was over a couple of days ago when the bee eater birds congregated on the wires to have a chat before they set off back to North Africa.  The next day the temperature had dropped slightly and we don’t have to use air con now, thank goodness.
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We have found this amazing man who does all sorts of odd jobs, and bigger stuff. He sorted the kitchen island and as if by magic sourced and fitted herb racks in our kitchen.  No more going through 20 odd jars to find the right one.

Garden continues to flourish, pampas grass being pampas, lavender flowering, roses blooming and we are loving it.  Have learnt a lot this year as what to grow and what not to.  The irrigation water has been a god send.

Bumped into some people we know recently, not having seen them for ages and ages.  I really do not have the time of day for her, is all she wants to do is talk at you about all her ailments.  Sorry mate, we have enough of our own.

Daisy and the cats are fine and Honey and Daisy pretend to fight every day.  The jealousy between them is so funny.

Jazz just potters around in her own world, happy and without a care.

Getting the house sorted for autumn and planning chimney sweep and log supplies.  Best to have these things in hand.

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