Cherry blossom

The day got off to an exciting start.  Woke before seven, went to the loo, looked out the window and saw my paper bin had blown over in the night and the brick I'd put on the lid was in the middle of the road.  Housecoat on, off I went, retrieved the brick, sorted the bin, looked at the paper strewn all over my garden and down the road and went back to bed.  Was just getting warm when I heard a thump.  My bin again.  Housecoat on, reassembled bin again, gathered up most of the paper and went in to make tea and lie on the sofa waiting for another thud.   Thankfully what I heard was the bin lorry.  The empty bin got restored to it's usual place, more paper cleared up and breakfast assembled.  After a while I dozed off.
When I woke up and got dressed I checked the forecast and found we were in for a very blustery week.  Mine was not the only bin blown over and it was not a day for going anywhere.  Spent the day on mundane tasks and trotted up the garden at intervals to chop down more bits of a shrub and photograph the cherry blossom which had decided the middle of a gale was the time to emerge.  Getting it to keep still was a tricky business.
Later I phoned Veda and we spent so long chatting the phone battery gave out.  My painful legs have benefitted from no walk but are not quite themselves yet.  Hopefully tomorrow.