26th June 2013 - Bertha, Bread, Bracken and Biding our Time

Our days are rather governed by the visits to loved ones, hospitals and home visits, and trying to fit other matters into the spare time. Having managed to try the tent out over at the car park, we now have the challenge of seeing how best to fit the straps to tension the top, and how to sew in the velcro to keep the sides from flapping  and add the dutch lacing to connect the sides.

Sadly - the only way to test this is to try to put the top over the poles which are 8ft high - making life a little difficult. A small construction at 45 degree angle which is reachable from the ground for a normally sized individual now takes up a prominent place in the living room as the canvass is spread over the floor... but once again Susie's expertise is proving itself....

So much of Bertha...  Bread relates to a lovely fresh loaf of bread for breakfast this morning with some of the girl's fresh eggs - never seen such wonderful yellow yolks...  really tasty .... though they are getting a little noisy in the mornings, I had to get up and let them out this morning, but we had forgotten to put out the rubbish - so covered a dual purpose...

After all the travelling, we got out into the Deaf Centre back garden - Susie's new Allotment  - and started to attack the Bracken, Brambles, and knotweed. A wasp nest , in an old boot !! of all things, has slowed up the progress as we have to clear the wasps before starting on the next phase of clearance... My task, bringing up 4 pallets to be used in making a compost pit, after that I was discharged - allowing Susie to clear another whole section .. may be therapeutic....  I often have to remove myself when she is sewing to be out of earshot of any profane language, I get the impression that the physical labour is serving a similar purpose...

So, biding our time as we clear the deaf centre and I look at the pile of empty boxes in the living room and think that I should be filling them really ..

But 7.30pm, and I took a Gin and Tonic across to the Deaf Centre and we sipped while we let the bonfire burn down, before returning for a nice salad and glass of home made red...

And so, as they say in the diaries...  to bed...