This was all set to be a post about my satisfying weekend in the garden but my Sister sent me an email which made me smile even more and I thought I'd share some of her instead:
...It has taken me this long to look at my email (1 month). I'm sorry but I'd just prefer to pretend the 21st Century isn't really happening and that one day we will all go back to grunting and keeping sheep. (Actually most men I know are half way there already).
Today is Easter Sunday and I am on my own as the boys are in France skiing, so I have been roped in to go to Catherine's Art Exhibition in St. Just and then to have dinner with Rosie. She's the young woman with whom I share Megan, the eternally lame horse. Megan is on her third month of box rest with walking out leading only.
This combined with Danny the Disappearing Fucking Greyhound, means that I have been walking five to ten miles a bloody day and now feel as though I have splints coming!
I think I may take up knitting.
The end and the best ice cream of all
6 hours ago