Monday
Why is it that even well-planned days sometimes fall apart?
This morning I needed to get into my local town for a health appointment I really don't want to miss. So Shelley and I are at the bus stop early, and we wait. And wait.....
You can guess how it went, can't you? The bus, which only comes once an hour as it is, never showed up
I had to ask a neighbour for a lift, and I do hate to impose. Then after an exciting visit with my 'foot' person, we all (me, Shelley, my nice neighbour and both of her children) trouped off for a thank-you coffee and croissant. And it was supposed to be so simple!
So, later than I hoped, there were parrots to clean - Shelley kept her distance from this activity, which was probably as well, as they're not very respectful, parrots, when it comes to cardboard
And this afternoon - first day of Wimbledon (the premiere grass court tennis championship for those that don't know) - we followed the tradition of watching the matches and knitting
Has anyone tried to teach Shelley to knit before? She didn't seem to stick to it, and unravelled more than she acheived I think, but I'm working on a sock with cable pattern, and watched some good first round matches too.
Later in the week we'll do the strawberries tradition too!
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