Depressurising

Keen to have Lorraine depressurise at the weekend, but today the school alarm kept going off mysteriously, necessitating a dozen phone calls over Saturday. We also chatted to Pat and Maureen, still doing well in Ashford. We did have some relaxing times however, such as planting the tomatoes which had sprouted from seeds in our bathroom. Other garden produce growing well. We deadheaded roses in the front garden, and Lorraine tucked in the wisteria to a lattice. 

I took myself for a walk on Sunday, finding the ground gasping for water, which has fallen everywhere else. Here is the round pond near the top of Hollingbury Hill, and read more of Bruno Schulz's short stories. I have also been listening to The Plot Against America by Phillip Roth. By coincidence, the last audiobook I read, Carrying the Fire, had an introduction by Charles Lindbergh, who is the villain in Roth's alternative history book.