English garden

I woke to an email sent, late the previous evening, by the person scheduled to be a parkrun timekeeper; they were unwell and wouldn't be coming.  I substituted myself, unconcerned at the excuse to not walk or jog in the increasing heat. 

I had a very enjoyable morning chatting with the other volunteers and then at Morrissons with the usual crew.

I got lots of weeding done with the energy I'd saved and then visited Pa whose short term memory appears to be rapidly worsening.  The garden is looking very colourful and he is happy with his efforts.