The school holidays are coming to end- and it only seems like the other day that they began. We got to see all but one of our grandchildren in the course of them. Also all our great nephews and nieces on my side of the family. It's always good to hang out with the future....
Our pressing business at the moment- only not that pressing- is getting this house off our hands. The man we asked to do an ad hoc valuation sent us some figures today. They were a teensy-weensy bit disappointing but they'll do; they give us room for manoeuvre.
The trees are turning. Once we've finished the plum crumble Ailz made yesterday I must see about picking our apples. Then we can have lots more crumbles and pies. I planted sunflower seeds rather late in the season and the surviving plants are a few days off coming into flower. I check on their progress once or twice a day.
I'm reading Morning Star- a forgotten novel by Henry Rider Haggard. It's set in ancient Egypt and is a nourishing stew of cheap romance and occult wisdom. When he writes badly he writes very badly, when he writes well he's excellent.
Ailz and I sorted through a drawer this morning. We have a fine stash of greetings cards and postcards waiting to be sent and need never buy another- well, not for several years. What's this cable for? Nothing we still use. Chuck it away.
Do we ever use table cloths? No. Are we ever likely too? No. So off to the charity shop with it.