A quiet weekend in the country

Despite a healthy [or unhealthy] dose of alcohol on Friday evening, I didn't sleep well so Saturday morning I opened the curtains and watched the sky lighten and listened to the rain on the caravan and the birds singing in a determinedly joyful way.  I wondered whether I had woken up at Glastonbury, boggy fields, mud up to my knees and debris everywhere.  It looks like every photo I have ever seen of Glastonbury, minus the music and drugs.  Even I know that my collection of 2 CDs does not amount to a music fest.  In addition, my bloody arthritis is getting worse. The weekend was a mixture of a sudden burst of housekeeping, taking my bag of smelly muddy clothes to the laundrette, collecting cardboard, and completing distribution of said cardboard in the raised beds in the middle of a downpour [this done in my mac and wellies over my pyjamas, which goes to show that living in the middle of nowhere can have its advantages].

There they are, just waiting for some horse manure

I could have lit a big fire in the house or I could have read through some of my gardening books or I could have done some cooking but I did none of those things.  I slobbed.  I did briefly visit Joris and Patricia for a coffee. But basically, it was a 'nothing' weekend for me.

The Poney Club held a spectacle on Saturday night, starting at 9.30, with a band.  I put cotton wool in my ears, took a tablet and didn't wake til morning.

Darren didn't come on Saturday as it would have been almost impossible to move the digger around. I asked him to build me an Ark next week if the rain doesn't hold off a bit.  On Sunday he took the pine roots out, although, unsurprisingly, it was not without its problems but he managed most of them.

Oh good! Yet another bonfire

At the time of writing, I am expecting that tomorrow I will see Darren and Stuart, the plumber, the arrival of the skip, a load of manure and possibly receive some plants by mail order.  I am confident that I will see Darren and Stuart but let's see about everything else...............