under another sun

Another day where Lorraine and I worked like demons in the garden. All around us buds popping open and the trees almost visibly coming into leaf. Lorraine was on a mission, while I mowed the lawn, planted rhubarb which Lorraine's pal Jo had brought round, and emptied a huge heavy pot full of a rock hard rootball of a dead bush, and most importantly bolted together the last two frames to make our second large raised bed. This last thing a tough and manly thing to have done, and it took a long time because the drill kept overheating so had to let it cool right down so had to do it two coach bolts at a time -- in half hour intervals having to finish twisting them in by hand for which Popeye forearms were needed. We now have three raised beds, one in the glasshouse, and the two main ones. The ground had to be arduously prepared, which Lorraine did, transplanting things away, such as a find of dense patch of chives, and moving daffodils and bluebells, of which we have an abundance. She ...

Got up not too early, and had breakfast of scrambled eggs Lorraine's sourdough loaf, which despite being a bit burnt on top was something close to spectacular, and tasted brilliant. We did a bit of stuff around the house. I hung some pictures, and Lorraine and I emptied boxes and brought a smidgeon more order to chaos. We cooked a Sunday roast and berry crumble as Beth and James were coming around for a roast lunch. Much merriment made of passing food through the hatch into the dining room. Had our first meal in our dining room, which was fun. James abstained but the ladies drank wine and I nursed a couple of cans of lager.  Lorraine's former colleague from her last school Rebecca came around to get the tour. She liked it lots, and is pleased Lorraine is here as her Mum and Dad live in Seaford too. After chatting with Rebecca I joined Beth and James in the other room where James had downloaded a sports channel and was watching some muddy looking cycling in Belgium. Beth surpris...