It’s been a beautiful day here in blogland and I’ve been as busy as a pollen-gathering insect. This morning I wrestled with the novel whose first two chapters I intend to send to Cinnamon Press
then I wrangled somewhat less successfully with the Sing for Water poem, before remembering that I needed to fix my bike for tomorrow when I shall be at Westcotes Library to protest its possible closure. Come down if you can – the Mercury will be there:
Having fixed an awkward puncture and discovered that the inner tube of our wheelbarrow is beyond repair, I started to make soup while listening to the Afternoon Play. This was based on the TV series ‘Silk’ which I enjoyed and probably mentioned on here.
Then at three o’clock a sadly diminished Spanish group turned up for their first session. We learned to say ‘hola’ (hallo), ‘soy Liz’ (I’m Liz), ‘quien es?’ (who’s that?) and to count to ten with the help of Sesame Street. Sadly I can’t find out how to do the upside-down question marks on here, but they practised writing those at the end of the session and seemed to enjoy it. So that’s all good.
Damn, I must stop saying that!
I then dashed to the Co-op to buy cheese, Gromit,* and managed to squeeze a couple of lemons and some sugar into my shopping basket.** These are to make my first batch of wine this year, which will be nettle: the blackberries and elderberries will have to wait until I can get some raisins.
Mark did a herb walk on Aylestone Meadows which apparently was successful – and he’s had a couple of people take up his offer of weeding their garden.
So that’s all good.
Oh, and I’m slightly concerned about how the neighbours will react to being invited to tea. I saw one of them today and she looked a bit embarrassed and didn’t mention it.
So that’s me up to date. How about you? How was your day?
*Gromit wanted to come in there so, in the true spirit of Winnie-the-Pooh, I let him.
** not literally