It was Solitude Saturday for me. And I didn't mind at all. In fact I rather enjoyed it. Solitude can soothe or boost the human spirit. At least, that's how it seems to me.
Shirley Pudding took a train down to London yesterday afternoon to assist our Ian with little Zachary over the weekend. His mama is away in southern France with her parents and siblings to attend the wedding of a family friend. I know that Ian could have managed perfectly well but having Zach's grandmother in the house means he can share the caring.
Today, I didn't speak to another person until I phoned my daughter Frances at 9.30pm about tomorrow's Sunday dinner arrangements. It was such a peaceful day.
I changed two light bulbs in the downstairs shower room, had a bacon and egg sandwich for lunch and then went out into the garden where I trimmed back a vigorous laurel bush and then continued with the walling I began on Thursday.
Earlier in the week, the neighbourhood Facebook page had led us to a free supply of walling stone on nearby Huntingtower Road. It took four car journeys and I reckon I must have shifted more than a ton of stone. It was a great workout and as I often say on such occasions - better than visiting the gym. The kind supplier was an Irish woman from County Sligo with a first name I had never come across before - Fidelma. She was good enough to help me with the transfer process and I enjoyed conversing with her.
Essentially, I have been capping the cemented stone walls that the paving men had left bare last month. It looks a lot better now and putting those stones together was like a mesmerising jigsaw puzzle. I enjoyed the process very much. However, while I was working on it on Thursday evening, dressed in my sexy work shorts, I believe that something must have bitten my muscular legs in three or four places. I didn't spot whatever it was at the time but afterwards the itchiness was intense.
Forty eight hours later and some of the itchiness is still there along with red weals. That's why I chose to wear long trousers today (American: pants).
Making my evening meal was simple as I had some spare bolognese sauce in the fridge. Boiled penne, three or four fried mushrooms and a palmful of parmesan and there it was on a plate - accompanied by a glass of milk.
Last night my evening meal for one was liver and onions with mashed potato and tenderstem broccoli. I hadn't had liver in ages because Shirley doesn't like it any more. See the picture at the top of this post and drool... or gag if you happen to be vegetarian!
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