Eleven Summer Days
The Saturday, Sunday and Monday after that referendum result were surprisingly quiet, considering. We didn't do that much shopping, but we did get quite a bit of work done in the garden (including giving the lawn its first cut with the new lawn mower), and we watched rather more TV than I usually do.
A friend took my mother to a garden centre on Tuesday 28th, and came back with quite a few plants. Over the next couple of days they were used to replace the grass and weeds growing in various tubs and pots around the garden...
Some of the tubs, mostly ready to receive now plants, and the results of my mother's plant shopping-spree.
On that Tuesday evening there was a radio club "steak night", so I left my mother at home and spent the evening there instead. The steak was good.
Wednesday was a miserably wet day, but in the afternoon we went over to Godstone to see some friends of my mother's, and ended up staying for an excellent dinner.
Thursday morning's Morse practice could have gone better, but I've had not much time to practice of late, so I guess that's not too surprising. Just before the schools traffic got silly in the afternoon I headed out on a round-trip to Stansted. We were lucky with the evening traffic, and got home earlier than I'd expected.
On Friday a cousin came up from Robertsbridge for lunch. The weather was chilly enough that we chose to eat in the dining room rather than outside. At around 4pm my niece and nephews arrived to stay the night. We had an early supper, and the I headed out to give a talk at a relatively local radio club I don't usually go to. The talk seemed to go fairly well, and I was home earlier than I'd expected.
I was awake shortly after 5am on Saturday, as my niece and nephews had a flight home to catch. My part of their journey home went smoothly and on schedule. The flight itself was a bit delayed, but they got home safely and not too late. Some of the rest of the day was lost to sleep, but we also got a reasonable walk in during the afternoon.
On Sunday afternoon there was another invasion of cousins, this time from Fulham. It seemed to go fairly well.
On Monday I made another round-trip to Stansted.
This morning I took my car for its annual service. A friend dropped round early in the afternoon, and gave me a lift to the garage to collect my car, which meant there was enough afternoon left to do some hedge-trimming and lawn-mowing before supper.
A friend took my mother to a garden centre on Tuesday 28th, and came back with quite a few plants. Over the next couple of days they were used to replace the grass and weeds growing in various tubs and pots around the garden...
Some of the tubs, mostly ready to receive now plants, and the results of my mother's plant shopping-spree.
On that Tuesday evening there was a radio club "steak night", so I left my mother at home and spent the evening there instead. The steak was good.
Wednesday was a miserably wet day, but in the afternoon we went over to Godstone to see some friends of my mother's, and ended up staying for an excellent dinner.
Thursday morning's Morse practice could have gone better, but I've had not much time to practice of late, so I guess that's not too surprising. Just before the schools traffic got silly in the afternoon I headed out on a round-trip to Stansted. We were lucky with the evening traffic, and got home earlier than I'd expected.
On Friday a cousin came up from Robertsbridge for lunch. The weather was chilly enough that we chose to eat in the dining room rather than outside. At around 4pm my niece and nephews arrived to stay the night. We had an early supper, and the I headed out to give a talk at a relatively local radio club I don't usually go to. The talk seemed to go fairly well, and I was home earlier than I'd expected.
I was awake shortly after 5am on Saturday, as my niece and nephews had a flight home to catch. My part of their journey home went smoothly and on schedule. The flight itself was a bit delayed, but they got home safely and not too late. Some of the rest of the day was lost to sleep, but we also got a reasonable walk in during the afternoon.
On Sunday afternoon there was another invasion of cousins, this time from Fulham. It seemed to go fairly well.
On Monday I made another round-trip to Stansted.
This morning I took my car for its annual service. A friend dropped round early in the afternoon, and gave me a lift to the garage to collect my car, which meant there was enough afternoon left to do some hedge-trimming and lawn-mowing before supper.