Speaker of the house

Up early with Lorraine who had to take the car to Mendall Motors (see what they did there) to have the water jet for the windscreen looked at then off to deliver rhyme time in the in the library. Called mum this morning, and arranged to see her early next week. Then I got on with some writing, in short unfocused bursts.  After a couple of hours I did lots of ironing. Who needs therapy when you can iron?

This afternoon, another meeting of the Understory Conversation. Really enjoyed this two hour session, and it was very thought-provoking. I shared some work I was undecided about, but the feedback was that it was good. It helped me take a big decision on a MS I am working on, so all good. As well as Charlotte, my fellow understorians are Nina Ricci, who I am in the Mariscat sampler coming out later this year with, Emma Jones and Linda Goulden. 

Afterwards, it being a gorgeous day, I went into the garden with Lorraine. Lorraine working on the raised beds, and I was planting ferns and other plants near the wildlife pond. With luck it will become a lovely haven of niceness. There are already lots of bee-like overfly-like things flitting about it. The water, muddy at first, is clearing too. Lorraine and I sat in our wee summerhouse at six and had a single small cold lager. Lovely. Then indoors where Lorraine cooked a marvellous curry. Life is sweet.

In a more disturbing news, Lorraine has taught our Alexa speaker to tell me to take out the bins. Peter have you taken the bin out? asks the robot voice. Bah.

Below. My new overlord.