under another sun

When the rain stopped, Lorraine and I cleared the back garden of bits of junk, and carried slabs and wooden pallets to the front, and generally tidied up the plants and cut the hedge and so on. We also picked our plums, of which there were many more than last year. From these we made plum jam, and had a good haul from it as you can see from Lorraine and the jars below. There are more on the tree to be had too. Otherwise, a very happy day at home. Spoke to Mum too, and Lorraine chatted with Pat and Maureen. Below Lorraine and plum jam, and a bright almost neon green cricket that found its way onto me from the ivy.

A quiet day, trying to get to grips with the French work. By usual stream of brilliant ideas seems to have dried up, and progress is sluggish. Bah. Great to be at home though. Had coffee in the garden with Lorraine. Overcast and warm. Making plans for the garden. Looking at our tree still heavy with plums and discussing making jam. Noticed quite a large frog in our bucket pond. Nice to know that the cats hadn't thinned them all out completely. Lorraine out this afternoon, shopping and to see a pal and coo at her new baby. I spoke to Mum, and texted Toby late in the afternoon. Happy when Lorraine came home, which was my signal to gratefully stop work, and spend quality time with my lovely wife. We watched a Mark Kermode documentary about how Horror films work, which was fun. Lorraine made it through to the end, not being great at horror. Below a frog in a bucket pond.