Wet and windy today!
Poor little squirrel’s almost getting blown away as he skitters across the patio with a mouth fill of filberts from the trees out the front. Soon there will be trees out the back again as well, if even a tenth of the one’s he’s buried grow. The squirrels keep burying nuts along the side where the toilet waste pipe runs, so the saplings have to be removed pdq when we spot them.
Can’t really see Miss Marple (of any incarnation, though Joan Hickson was mine) tucking into a quick kebab. Not being a fan of them (always been a ‘Burger in a Bun’ gal myself) I don’t even know where my nearest kebab shop is.
I’ve been very lucky – having already been an on-line delivery customer for the last few years, during which time I must have mentioned that I’m disabled in some e-mail or other, I was automatically offered access to the precious Reserved Delivery slots. Have to check availability every morning, but so far I’ve managed to get Deliveries at my usual Delivery day and time, or within a couple of hours either side of it. The worst thing that’s happened is they once forgot to delivery the milk one morning, but they made a second trip and brought in mid-afternoon.
So now I’m stuck in my chair, nursing sciatica and a grindy, growly back. Ah well. I’ve got a cup of tea and the last of the Falco books to finish. And it’s Salmon Quiche with assorted salad things for dinner.