My last post mentioned visitors in the garden.
We are having a busy weekend. Yesterday we had visitors. Mr Furlong makes a brilliant coffee.
Yesterday would have been smashing if we hadn’t frozen in the Arctic wind.
After the visitors had left, I raced in and made two hot water bottles, one for the front and one for the back of me. One was for Mr Furlong actually, but he sacrificed it to me.
Now today, we are doing this madness all over again. We are visiting other people in THEIR garden, in the country.
The sun will be shining. The Spring flowers will be lovely. The birds will be singing. It will be a beautiful day.
And I am going in my big fake fur coat, with my fake fur hat and my fake leather gloves and my fake wool scarf and my winter socks and big boots.
Sitting for two hours in the freezing wind will be better today. Less stressful I think.
And our hosts will be amused at the madness of their visitor looking like a Siberian Cossack sipping coffee in their very English garden.