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Sunday Once More

Sunday has come round with its usual reliability and I have just checked back on the week’s output. I’m not impressed. I have become irregular and have been using Julia’s photographs to cover up my deficiencies.

If you’re paying attention you might have noticed I’ve done it again with today’s pictures of a bear in the garden.

We had a reasonable weekend, with a massive queue on the A1, roadworks on the Cambridge road (it feels like there have been roadworks on the Cambridge road all my life), and then more roadworks…

During all that time, including on hour queued on the A1, we didn’t see a single man working. They just set up the roadworks, put up the speed limit signs and then abandon them, regardless of the disruption it causes to everyone else. It’s a bit like being a politician – you make a mess, you walk away. At no time do you have to consider your fellow man.

We were well on target to arrive in Stowmarket when we hit the first set of roadworks (I was using the satnav to keep track of the time) and we eventually arrived an hour and a half late.

It was a good party, but I won’t say what it was for, as my sister-in-law isn’t happy about reaching 50.

Later, at the hotel, we found they had laid on a group of swearing drunks for us outside the main door, all smoking whilst wearing smeared makeup and the remains of their wedding finery. It was very kind of them, and didn’t cost extra, but it’s not really my sort of thing.

I’ll leave details of breakfast for later.

Bear with seed packet from Kew

Bear with seed packet from Kew

 

In a queue to cue Kew

I’m not entirely sure what sort of day I have had. It started with a bacon baguette from Greggs (tasted great but did the diet n favours) and moved on to the previously described birdsong. After that is plunged, also as detailed in the last post. After that, with a migraine (fortunately not mine), unplanned visitors, post-it notes (don’t you just hate it when someone puts a snide post-it on something and leaves you to find it?), rain, wind and a variety of small but time consuming triviality, I just don’t know what happened to the day.

All I know was that after the first post it was lunchtime and then the taxi arrived.

We have managed to plant the new wildflower bed, which is now the subject of a diary under the Projects tab.

You might be able to get some idea of the wind from looking at the hair in the photos, after that it became even windier and we decided that it was time to see what happened when boiling water is poured on the dried leaves of camellia sinensis.