It is a beautifully balmy day with the warmth (and wind) of August. It is the kind of day that gets you thinking about digging up old plants and planting seedlings. John and I go for an early morning walk and find it is too hot to wear a jersey.
When we get home, I am immediately accosted by Sian and Ellie who want to know what we are doing today. It is a pity we have such different ideas of what the holidays should be about. I envisage days of sitting in the garden reading novels whereas they always want to go somewhere.
Friends of ours have offered us a weekend at their farm and we plan to take that up. However, the problem is that the government look intent on reimposing a stricter lockdown which means that we may not be able to travel outside of town. The lockdown has nothing to do with safeguarding people against the coronavirus; rather it is a means of quashing political unrest as there are growing calls to have a stayaway at the end of the month.
I work on my novel for a couple of hours and then start preparing supper. It is a spinach dish, but we don't have enough spinach and I have picked all that we have growing in the garden. I google broccoli leaves and discover they are safe to eat. I have not eaten them before but apparently they are edible. I am so proud of my little broccoli that is growing so well, that I know I am not going to want to eat it when it is ready.
In the evening, we watch Call the Midwife. We are now on season 4 so are only four years behind the rest of the world.
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