My adventurous ride down the stairs took a lot out of me.
I’m not planning anything special today.
I’ll leave worrying about communication for another time.
Everything can wait. I’m going to relax.
But I’d better just check the bean.
I’ve been remembering to water it every day.
Oh my goodness. It keeps on growing.
I’ve formed a hypothesis about the leaves.
There are two big leaves at the bottom, and three middle-sized leaves half way up. (That’s not a good picture, but I assure you there are exactly three leaves.)
So I’m predicting that when the little leaves at the top open out, there’ll be four of them.
But I’m exercising rigorous scepticism, and shan’t be at all disconcerted if instead of four leaves I find it’s grown a dozen bananas.
That would be quite convenient actually.
I’ll ask Madame Cholet and Reindeer how tall it’s going to get.
I’m glad I have friends who know all about growing things.
I’m not sure how I’ll manage a big pot.
Or a big beanstalk, for that matter.
But sufficient unto the day is the difficultness thereof.
It’s Lopsy’s turn for phoning Bimbo today.
I’ll give her a ring and ask how Bimbo’s getting on.
It’s taking him a very long time to get over the Virus.
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Lopsy is so energetic. Running AND laundry!
I probably should wash some of my clothes.
I haven’t washed anything since I came out of the cupboard.
It didn’t seem to matter much, seeing as I’m not meeting anyone.
But perhaps that’s a bit disgusting.
It does look like a good drying day, even indoors.
But I’ve just remembered that Shamus plays the fiddle.
I’d better phone him before I do anything else.
I’ll ask if he’d like to join the Zoom Ensemble.
Oh, and that reminds me that Didcot called to say that he’s found another section of his Flootatoota.
But he still hasn’t got the crucial piece that will let him actually play it.
Then I realised I never did phone Monkey, to see if he wanted to go and help Bunce and Snowy with their Soft Fruit harvest.
He’s not had any work since his fruit kebab van business went bust.
Now for the laundry.
I think I’ve got everything I need.
This sun’s so bright I can hardly see what I’m doing.
Nice cool water.
I wonder when these clothes were last washed. Lots of dirt is certainly coming out of them.
But that’s enough of that.
I’ll hang them up to dry.
Lopsy was quite right. They’ll be dry in a trice.
Now I think I really can sit back and take it easy.
I’ll get some clothes on.
It’s lucky that jeans don’t ever need washing, so they’re still dry.
I’ll find a nice relaxing badge.
I’m going to read some of my lighthouse books, ready for the next Book Club.
I’m half way through several of them.
I like books that are exciting without the characters being horrible to each other.
There are terrible natural disasters in “The Red Rocks of Eddystone”.
It’s interesting to read how the ingenious and heroic builders pitted their wits and strength against the forces of nature.
The excitement in “We Didn’t Mean to Go to Sea” comes from natural hazards and human error.
The book certainly shows the usefulness of lighthouses.
I haven’t got very far yet with the next book.
It’s quite slow.
I’m told the characters take ten years to get to the lighthouse.
That should be a nice peaceful read.