R's rue

 I get very exasperated at supermarket check outs I always have. Women tend to wind me up the most, as it is common for them not to have their payment cards ready when the cashier states the cost of a shop.  We then have to suffer the whole rigmarole of the where’s my handbag ? face. The unzipping of the bag, the fishing for the purse and the shuffling for the cards go next and before we can proceed the whole procedure has to bet into reverse before they can start loading bags into trolleys. I try to look away before any of the dithering starts  But it’s like a car crash,  You can’t look away. Yesterday, I was stood behind an older couple ( 65 perhaps) where she verbalised to her henpecked where every item was to be placed and in which bag. To be honest I only noticed when I caught the cashier’s gaze, who was desperately trying not to smile and conspiratorially we watched the drama unfold until the husband finally offered the wrong bag up for filling and hi...

 My sister called yesterday to bash the garden into shape. We discussed the total absence of honey bees and butterflies on the buddliea bushes in the garden which have just burst into bloom. I checked each of the three bushes in turn. Not one pollinator could be seen.  Their absence has worried me for days now. Perhaps it’s because today seems warmer, a precursor to the proclaimed horror temperature due on Monday, but this afternoon the bees were back in good numbers and the butterflies, noticeable in ones and twos rather than the dozens I was used to last year. The back garden buddliea  At least they’ve started to return.  I cooked stir fry vegetables and mixed them with udon noodles and hot Korean sauce for supper. I’m back on nights tonight. from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3nfXGpE