Storm damage…

…to my phone! Silly me - call me Calamity Jane.
My phone must have slipped out of my pocket yesterday as I was planting raspberry canes. I didn’t miss it till bedtime and I rang it from Frank’s phone. I couldn’t hear it ring so thought I’d try outside - it was already dark -
bit I heard it ring in the distance. I found it at the end of the garden on the soil. The hailstones have cracked the screen!

It’s been a lovely day today though and mostly spent outdoors. I sowed French beans, turnips, kale and more carrots. 
Indoors I sowed tarragon, cucumber and courgette (my others died!) hope it’s not too late for these.
Then we sat in the sun each doing our own thing - Frank drawing, me reading the paper and writing a poem. 

I made a gluten free loaf today for the first time.
The man who comes to do our covid tests for the ONS research was telling Frank that a few years ago he was really ill with an auto-immune disease which stopped him in his tracks and he had to end his medical career and sports. He had heard about the effects of gluten and went on a gluten free diet and is now fit and healthy. So Frank wants to give it a try as he suffers from polymyalgia rheumatica which causes him pain and fatigue.
Anyway, I had bought some bread at the supermarket but it was so expensive so I decided to make it myself. It turned out really well (extra) and the good thing was - no kneading! 

The swallows are out early in the morning, hence my poem.

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Early Wake Up Call

The dawn chorus started
At 04.20 hours
with the swallows 
on the overhead wires
outside the bedroom window,
chirping, twittering, whooping.
I was already awake 
and thought about getting up
but I lay there, listening to their
conversation, chitter-chatter
until it lulled me back to sleep.

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Goodnight :-) X