Quicksand

Up early and after breakfast completed a substack post, about J.H. Prynne.  

I then surged into the garden and given that it was the year's hottest day, Lorraine and I worked hard moving stones and planting plants near the wildlife pond, where Lorraine saw mature tadpoles a day or so again. At this point Lorraine attempted to murder me. I'd patted in some heuchera plants, and popped away. Lorraine put the hose on the area. When I stepped back to finish the job, but the ground had become of quicksand, and I sank at least eight or nine inches and fell over, losing my garden shoe and becoming covered in mud. Lorraine seemed sorry I hadn't fallen into the pond too. 

Lunch in the garden. Delores still in bed recovering upstairs, after being ill on Friday and coming to ours to recover. Enzo brought round by Beth, and a good deal of time playing with him. I got a few good chuckles out of him, winking at him absolutely delighted him. I went out to collect a prescription for Delores, and bought some food. I cooked and augmented by salad leaves from the garden.

The hottest night of the year. Enzo although very tired not going to sleep. He was coughing lots too. Eventually Lorraine took him out for a short drive which did the trick. To bed, with the baby on the snoozing on the other side of the bedroom. What could possibly go wrong?

Enzo as Elvis.