Out for the count

The pope likes to flop at my feet. Or to put it another way, the pope likes to collapse under my feet.

It's been a long tough day for Dad but he's topped up again with blood and platelets, and he sounded quite perky late today.

Meanwhile hpx shaped shrubs and bushes with hedge clippers and did a good job. The vege patch is looking neater and more trusses of tomatoes and supported.

Back to pump this evening. It nearly killed me but I'm sure my bones appreciated it.

Today's gratitude: For the simple pleasure of feeling the heat of the sun as I worked outside.