I’m sat in my office.
Perusing the cost of new washing machines.
I hadn’t factored the fact that my Samsung wasn’t immortal.
More juggling of finances are in order.
Hey ho.
The gravedigger arrived early today and drove through my field to access the new cemetery with his mini digger . Village Elder Islwyn was there too. He loaned the digger briefly to landscape some of the more uneven parts of my field .
While I have been ill, he has taken it upon himself to clear the Glebe of rubbish and detritus, which was kind.
Islwyn loves a project.
I’ve missed some village news. The Village Community Association has started to clear the village pond and opened up their loaned chipper to the rest of the village over last weekend. I will walk up later to check on how much they’ve done , guilty a little that I wasn’t able to help.
I also missed the soup lunch at the Hall on Saturday,
Trefor’s had a one word review of it
Looking unhappy, all he said was “ humm Mushroom”
I day dreamed for a while, looking at the autumn/winter colours of the gorse and for trees on the top of The Gop.
Everything is a sad dull brown.
My back garden looks just as bland I thought, then I suddenly caught a flash of bright yellow tucked away in a far corner.
Bored with washing machines , paperwork and bills ….I went to investigate.
My rose bush “Winifred” had bloomed far late in the season.
It was a rose given to me by a friend as a memorial to the old Queen Of Sheba, and I’d never seen it flower so late in the year.
I cut two of the blooms and brought them up to the office, making my desk look cheerful
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