Spooky house

The front of our house often looks, behind a less than stunning patch of garden, a wildly overgrown hedge and a gone-wild verge,  as if the witchy old lady lives there.  Perhaps she does!  I love this Abelia which grows profusely and hits you with perfume every time you brush past.  It flowers now into the autumn as well so that’s good value.  I can’t think what to put in the narrow bed that runs along the base of the house wall as nothing I’ve tried has lasted.  Even the plants labelled ‘dry shade’.  The campanula and the ground elder seem to have found a toe hold however.  

Woke up with a bit of a back ache and took the dog for an early walk which did help it to loosen up.  We are in the period of holiday hopscotch and the two cries for help I made today, to my osteopath and the tech help at the office got no response or out of office.  My iPad has dropped its cellular coverage again which I really need as I do all my work on it. 

Read a novel that I thought I might have an interest in but it just isn’t quite doable.  Went over to see Mum at teatime and profusely apologised to her new carer about the fact that we could tell her where the fuse box was.   I have stuck a post it note on it.  Mum and I went through all my pictures from Mull and new ones of the children.

Got back in time to wave V off to stay with Suriya in Baku which turns out to be the only major city in the world below sea level.  It’s 33 degrees most days he’s there. 

Dropped a present off to Rachel to thank her for watering the garden during our  heatwave. At least she didn’t get the hosepipe ban.  Stayed for a drink and walked home in the fading light for a bit of supper, eating as much as I could of the overbuying of salad and fruit that V has left me with.