The first wild poppies and bluebells. We bought one bunch - not sure where the others came from.
There are two rogue tulips. I have a habit of rescuing some of the childbride's bulb castoffs, so I'm guessing I planted them in the wildflower patch. Along with rogue daffodils. They had baby hedgehogs on TV recently, so I built a bit of real estate, but I fear it's too small. Something might crawl in there.
The stones have changed. Higher and more difficult to build. It's a skill.
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Much like the other weeks. Media harassment of ministers and advisers in the name of holding the government to account. This weeks topics: PPE scarcity, care home neglect and when and how is the lockdown going to end. And then some more from care home providers and specialist wonks.
Maybe things have been a bit slow, but nobody goes to work to mess up. We are unaware of some of the other forces at work in addition to the obvious. Hancock melted down. The frequency of ums and era is up, along with overlong answers and prevaricating statistics. You wouldn't do it.
I wouldn't. Guilty. But pretty good at letting other people look after us. Or that's how it feels. It's actually called isolation or lockdown, depending whether you are Tom or me.
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A barrel of Saltaire Blonde on offer from Holmfirth Civic this week. Yes, but 36 pints have to be drunk within 3 to 5 days of opening it. Bob from our pilates/coffee/zoom/thursday meet suggested I phone a friend. I'll fill a few bottles for the kids. Andrew will like it - he's still in lockdown on his own, but I managed to fix him up with Netflix which pleased him.
No news on the tadpoles. They haven't grown much and, unless they've gone deep, there are not many left.
The buddleia cutting is hanging on.
I thought I heard a swarm of bees or wasps yesterday. I'm told it was a drone.
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Greg's wife Pauline is sewing for England - head gear and gowns for the care homes. Brilliant apparently except the language has been alarmingly choice. The sewing machine is on the blink and needs supplementing by hand. Greg is another pilates/coffee/zoom/thursday meeter. Last week he thought everyone would go back to the way they were. Now he thinks commuting might change, given the success of conference software. He might be on to something.
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The Holmfirth Oxfam bookshop has a table just as you walk in. A layer of different books, fiction and non-fiction and it changes. A great selection and attractive. A young lady is responsible and looked discomforted by my complements. I bought three just before the lockdown. Phonetics, The North and Radio 4 to add to my garden birds, Classic FM and stoic philosophy. Should keep me out of mischief.
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