Doing nothing
"What are you going to do today?" Ian asks. "Nuffin" I reply. "Except something will probably sneak in and derail it." Ian goes out to look at the brakes of the Subaru and I sit in bed with my cup of tea, musing. We rarely do nothing. I was joking. At the best of times our lives are full of lists and jobs. Living with two acres of garden and a house and a holiday cottage to run there are always things waiting to be done, both inside and outside. Just now with my father and my father in law both struggling with their health, life is dominated by visiting, and by the driving up and down the country that is necessary to make some of that visiting possible so the garden lies neglected while we keep our heads above water. Last week we also made a flying visit to Oxford to older daughter and her family who are moving to Wales, providing a bit of help with childcare (me) and taking down shelves and moving things from the allotment (Ian). Ther...