Getting it together

We both slept through the alarm today - at least, I did; Himself woke, turned it off, and pretended it hadn't happened, I think. So I was still in bed and Himself downstairs having breakfast but somewhat deshabille when the doorbell rang announcing the unexpected arrival of two chaps and a whirlygig to replace the one Himself sat on last month and which I've been using to dry the washing only on not-very-windy days. They took out the busted one, along with a big lump of its concrete anchor to which it was stuck, dug out the hole and removed the turf, and then discovered that the replacement they'd brought was far too big and would take up half of our bijou garden (Pretentious? moi?). And no, they didn't have the right size in the store, so they'd have to fill in the hole again lest we fall down it - and come back next week. Ah well, rain's on the way, they say ...

I'd blithely arranged a hair cut for myself for today, thinking that the stress of preparing for yesterday would be over and we could relax over a lunch in Tonino's afterwards - forgetting that it was a Friday in many people's Easter holidays and changeover day for the holiday park on the Holy Loch. We turned up in sensible time to get the ferry only to find the queue stretching away along the road towards the Holy Loch - so two ferries had to go before we even got aboard one. Happily Michael said it'd work out, and I only had to wait five minutes even though I was almost an hour late.

So the Greenock mission was fulfilled - a good short cut, focaccia and roasted vegetables (and cannoli and espresso) for lunch, buying enough Tesco's own brand of All-Bran to last for months (much less added sugar than Kellogg's) - and we were home after another long queue for the boat. It was 5pm and there was still time to do stuff ... like cut the grass before the rain came (Himself) and weed the patch beside the front job - a gloomy job in the late afternoon as the sun is behind the house - which I did. By the time we sat down to Himself 's curry we were both almost too tired to eat.

Today's main photo is of the gleaming morning - a hanging out of the window job - and the extra was the result of the slip of a mouse that shrank the photos in my photo-library to this terrifying tiny scale which seems, in its record of busy-ness, to be all too symbolic of my life this past year. And my legs feel as if I'd climbed a mountain and descended two (climbers will know what I mean).

But at least I've blipped before bed ...