Beheading and boobies

Morning and lying in bed I could hear a clear peeping from a baby gull or two on the roof.  

Beth update: she is feeling fine and the baby will come in its own time.

A day of making further changes to Gordon Road, then I sent it off to Robin, who agreed to have a squint at it for me. A van parked in our drive and a man offloaded a pallet of self assembly metal shelving units. I said I wanted them out the back, and he said that he wasn't insured for that, and we were lucky he put it on our drive and not on the street. There was a brief free exchange of ideas, but there was not much I could do about it. Turned out once Lorraine looked at all the stuff that had been delivered, there was a bit missing, which will come at another time.

I used my trolley and took it all through the garden to the garage in half an hour. The hateful gull fortunately not around to fly at me while I did so. Lorraine came back from going to her personal trainer and seeing Penny. She did some gardening, I lurked indoors doing some admin, doing a rough edit of snaps of panels for the baby's quilt, and signing up for more drawing classes as I'm loving them. Also had a chat with Mum, who showed me the tree in the front garden which she loves so much. She says the colour is like pure energy. It's a lovely tree, a sort of lime green in colour. I'm going to see her on Thursday in Hampstead.

Lorraine cooking tonight, interrupted by a call from Maureen needing help with Patrick. She was back in half an hour. I made the sourdough bread under Lorraine's supervision. My tactic of praising Lorraine's  unique excellence in the making of bread has been rumbled, and she is getting me to do it too.

We watched an episode of Game of Thrones (obviously ten years after everyone else did). A blend of beheading and boobies. Lorraine is loving it.