I have had so many plans I have failed to see through, for so many reasons. I can put my hand on my heart and say my intentions are good but my ability to keep going without support is half the problem, oh and the need to have an income. At eighty plus my dad alluded to this when we were on the phone on Sunday and he said he knew I wouldn’t turn down a donation! Ouch!

Our health situation ramped up with my husband’s recent surgery and three (?) month recovery but we still have incomes that will help. I’d hate to be posting this with nothing in sight but I am very lucky I know. But it does make me angry when politicians can’t understand why benefits use has increased. Nothing to do with a pandemic badly handled and people having mental health crises due to the cost of everything being quadrupled and being in an extreme ‘cost of living’ crisis. None of which matters to the billionaire sitting at the head table. The polls don’t favour a blue return but a mishmash of red, green and yellow would also be bad… politics aren’t necessarily my strong point but I’ve spent umpteen years bemoaning the Blue lot so nothings changed… I’m not gonna be in the extremely wealthy bracket at any moment soon.

I can only cross all my fingers that the crook across the pond doesn’t escape jail time in his many trials ongoing. I cannot understand how this orange menace is still allowed to run for any form of government role but hey I never understood the US electoral system when I was living there.

I have been out shopping for everybody else and seen some possible plant purchases but I’m aware of my shortcomings now and unless I spend some time getting muddy on three days straight I won’t get near to the backlog of work I need to do first. Maybe the garden is too big, there I’ve said it, but it doesn’t need ‘finished’ by any particular date and I can start enjoying the things now growing that I didn’t necessarily plant. Like white, blue and pink bluebells which are profuse at the moment and the many irises about to bloom.