At last....

....the lawnmowers out and the dog can find his way to the bottom of the garden, without a compass!

It took 2 days to cut all the grass and Darsh was absolutely shattered, but it is now 2 days since it last rained, although it has come pretty close to it a few times. 

     Taken Joe into the park this morning for a stroll.  I said I didn't want to walk on the golf course, I don't think it's fair on the players having folk strolling round when they are trying to play golf, and I also think it's pretty dangerous, they are playing with golf balls not pom-poms.  So we spent the whole walk...on the golf course...got lost...and it's still pretty muddy underfoot.  There are cows about, as Joe knows only too well, and now sitting at the computer at home I can still smell cows....Joe is laid by my feet, smells like a bath could be needed again. 

     Drinking my morning coffee in my seat at the bottom of the garden, listening to the bees and counting ladybirds, when I noticed a little mouse by my foot.  Sat so still and watched him as he climbed up a poppy stalk and sat a few inches from my shoulder, trying to take the seeds out of the poppy-head.  He had beautiful big brown eyes and a long tail he was using to balance himself.  I think I was just so big to him that he didn't see me as a danger.  I knew we had mice, Joe tells me so, long and loud, and I often see them in the garden when I am in the greenhouse, but I have never got this close to one.  I need to refill all my bird feeders again the wet spell has turned some of them mouldy and there is so many little birds looking for food, and maybe a few acrobatic little mice as well?

     Sara is coming into London tonight ready to go for her interview in Brighton on Thursday.  She is coming up to us tomorrow night and John is joining her on Friday morning.  He has got his driving test sometime this month, so Darsh has insured the car for him so that he can have a bit of practice over the weekend here.
I'm sure Sara and I can entertain ourselves round the shops, whilst the men go driving together.
      Darsh and I went to the umbrella man's old shop yesterday for our lunch.  It is still a food place very similar to how he was serving and the food wasn't bad at all...(but their chappatis weren't half as good) so at least we still have a possible favourite place to pop in for a cheap curry when the fancy takes us...