I hope my story today makes you smile. Last Autumn I had a major job done on my back garden which was far too big for me to manage even before I broke my hip. Half of it was flattened, gravelled and dotted with evergreen shrubs. I love it. A few weeks ago I sat in the garden on Priscilla while J, my gardener's partner, was weeding and D, the gardener, was mowing the front lawn. We were chatting about the new piece and I mentioned how I really would rather like a statuette of some kind to stand on it.
Yesterday they came, D to mow and J to weed the patio. They arrived at the same time as the Book Group arrived so I paid them and just left them to get on with it. At tea time yesterday, realising that I certainly would not need my body warmer for a day or two I went into what used to be my bedroom to hang it in the wardrobe and there he was! Standing mid-garden, staring into my old bedroom window stood a statuette of a naked man leaning up against a lion. Nothing on his anatomy was left to the imagination. All very classical and I remembered how we had chatted at the time and J had said I needed a pretty naked classical statue of a cherub preferably a female one and I had jokingly replied that no - I had no male in the household any longer so that was what I needed. I have certainly got it in no uncertain terms - a present from the gardener and his partner and christened by them Mr Winkle.
It has been a glorious day here = pure unbroken sunshine but just a tad hot for me. I have my niece coming for lunch tomorrow so I set the table today and that was all I could do - the rest of the day I have sat with my feet up and rested. I suspect it will be just as warm tomorrow.
Have a nice evening.
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