If you’re on a bit of a break, then a catch up on what’s on your mind is a bit contradictory.
But hey, it’s easy to throw a few things down.
As you’ll know I had a procedure and it all seems to have gone fine. My ticker is tickety-boo and things are quite perky. The young peeps moved in on Saturday and got me heaving mattresses into vans that proved something (I’m a sucker?)
It’s lovely to have them here, in truth though you do forget how large young appetites can be. The only stress is bedding their cat into the new accommodation; well, they’re stressed; Tipsy seems to be fine.
We’re off on our first flight since the pandemic this weekend for a family wedding in Northern Ireland. A first visit to that part of the Emerald Isle which we are looking forward to. More on that later.
Meanwhile, as April has ended here is a gallery of garden pictures for you as the month wended its way to a conclusion…
And here’s Dog…
And here’s a silly limerick using pulchritude in context…
She said I had a bad attitude
And couldn’t believe I’d be so rude.
My mistake was, sad to say
To call her, as we lay in the hay
The epitome of female pulchritude.