A brief sortie

I managed just an hour and a half. It’s frezing out there. But I wanted to go up to the potting shed to see if Artur had worked out the cat flap on his own.

He had. But he hadn’t returned as he usually does in the morning. Gulp.   Mind you, it’s so cold and wet today I rather hope he was wise enough to stay snoozing in front of Jean Daniel’s fire.

In front of the fire is definitely the best place to be on a day like this.

But I did manage to weed the entire length of the thyme bank below the house.   But I scuttled indoors before I could pick up all the weeds I left on the stone wall. My fingers were freezing.

And I have repaired my favourite small rake with a medley of wire and string. But that’s my limit of outdoorness I think.  

Well, after lunch I will brave the weather and go and post a letter. We have a local letter box outside Le Buisson which is a bracing ten minute walk down and a bit longer back up the hill.   That ought to get me some exercise. I can’t be an indoor person the entire day.

My trousers are going straight into the washing machine and I am firmly attached to my wool slippers for the duration.