Today feels like I have done a lot of work, but if I sit and list it all, I’m not sure what I’ve actually done, hence the title.

I’ve read and replied to comments on WP. I haven’t written anything yet (it’s now past midnight) and have only read a couple of blogs – which have been about the Birdwatch, rather than my regular beat.

I’ve researched mealworm farming, which is a lot like worm farming. The main feature is that they do better when the temperatures are warmer. Our worms never prospered, though when we move the equipment I am going to keep them in the garage for a bit of extra warmth and see if we can do better.  The mealworms will be next to them. I also looked at the practicalities of keeping them going through the winter, but decided it is too much trouble, as it needs a pump, a fish tank heater, piping and insulation. I’ll let the worms go dormant over winter and will buy dried mealworms for the birds. That was 2-3 hours for very little result.

Breakfast was toast and marmalade. We watched the birds on the feeders, I tried to write poetry, Julia went for a walk and we had a full English breakfast for lunch (including the black pudding Julia bought from a local butcher. It was good, but the price seems to suggest it is in the luxury bracket these days rather than the peasant food I always thought.

Teasel – breaking into flower

In the evening we finished off the cauliflower soup and had a sandwich. Having weighed myself this morning, I find I am back to my pre-Christmas weight. It’s far too heavy, but at least it’s not an increase.

I also did a number of emails this morning and researched a couple of articles. Didn’t write any though. Struggle with poetry again this afternoon, had cup of tea and freshly baked banana bread (Julia has had a busy day too, though hers was more productive than mine).

I also found the camera battery chargers and spare batteries – they had gone missing during the move. Also sorted my files and stationery drawers (mostly) and cleared my desk (by shoving the files and stationery into the aforementioned drawers. then I made a  mess of the desk again.

Watched some TV. Watched some more. Sat down to finish some submissions – failed.

As I say, a busy but unproductive day.

I note that according to a treaty of 1917 the UK has first refusal on Greenland if the Danes decide to sell it. That could be subject for a political farce. The only trouble is that it’s too hard to make things up that are madder than real life. My main worry, apart from WW3, is that Boris, inspired by Trump, makes another bid for party leadership.

Teasel at Rufford Abbey

I really must look at where to plant some teasel for the wildlife. So much to do, so little time.