On Saturday we suddenly decided that lunch out would be good. We rang the Admiral to see if he was feeling better and discovered that they were in Devon on a long planned weekend visit. He is much better and beginning to believe that the "funny turn" was caused by a change of medication. Lady B is already fed-up with the passenger seat driving she has been subjected to after the doctor forebade him to drive for the next four weeks. If he survives I suspect she will be able to market her own brand of gag and blindfold.
We went to Jo's in Whitchurch and then on up towards Ross where we headed along the Hereford road to this amazing place where they sell all sorts of recycled and salvages stuff. A lot of it is highly priced pretentious
The nasty slugs have eaten nearly all the leaves from my new clematis so I have to get slug pellets but I have birds that come in my garden and I don't want to poison them or the cats - sigh - it's knowing what to do that takes the time. In the meantime I stand by my washing line and get dizzy from the heady perfume of the Wisteria - heavenly
The best bit of the weekend was when Miss Boo came back from Gang Show rehearsals and showed us the pictures of the car that she and Mummy had chosen. She described the colour and the shape and then said "Mummy opened the boot and showed me. It's huge. I told her you could easily get a body in there."
Now I know she likes a good murder mystery but I did briefly wonder who she thought Mummy would be putting into the boot. I didn't ask.