So another week of internment. I now am the proud owner of some face masks for when I do venture out. But nothing happening to coax me away from my garden to be honest. Had a number of pleasant calls with mates over the week, and heaps of messaging, including another mega session with Andy last night finishing about 3am. Nothing of consequence. Because there is nothing of consequence. Obviously there is news, but more of the same shit, laced with hypocrisy over the Cummings affair. Which is just a matter of settling old scores. His value can be ascertained by the lengths people will go to try to get him to resign. Meanwhile the queue of whinging non-entities howling about him lengthens. All of them could resign without anyone knowing they are in post to start with.
But anyway, back to the garden. I am building up quite a tan while I watch the garden grow.
Some pigeons have been trying to demolish my tree for nesting material.
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| Also got a visit from a Great Tit |
And I still get my deliveries of cut flowers. This one has been particularly nice as the peonies have opened up.
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