General Stuff From Last Week

Last week got off to a bad start, in fact just about the worst start that one can have to any week. We had run out of tea and forgotten to replenish the supply during the weekend. Only one cup between us before work.....not good!

The legal restrictions that have befallen me due to the seizure are making life incredibly challenging, both on the work front, and as a result in our private life. Immediate family have been wonderful, and I am so thankful for having them around, as they have given up any spare time available to help things to run smoothly. 

Youngest daughter Rebecca has happily given over all of her holiday and spare time to do whatever is required, and son-in-law Dom has been there whenever needed as well. Both are becoming very proficient at using the mowers, and also more importantly the hedge trimming gear.

It's a bad time to have such restrictions, as grass is still growing, all of the hedges need their final trim for the year, and to top it all, autumn is upon us, and leaves are falling in earnest. Roll on February, when hopefully all will be clear and signed off in the head department.

It was a week of work, work, and more work. Today, we should be waking up to a bacon butty, and cuppa on the beach at St.Davids, but sadly the trip had to be cancelled due to new work commitments. It's the price one pays occasionally for self employment. Our little stone cottage is having to do without us for a little while longer, the cost must be swallowed up, and an alternative respite closer to home must be found.

We have just gained two more contracts. Not large places, but both require an immediate start and so duty calls and all that. In the meantime peace and some head space were found this weekend in our own area. Saturday was spent in our own garden. Both of us were not in that 'gardening place' as you can imagine, but we knew that once we started, got talking, shared tea etc, then peace would ensue. It did, as it always does in a garden. They are special places, and once again I quote the verse from

 Dorothy Frances Gurney.

The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God's Heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on Earth.

On Sunday, after a long and restful lie in, we headed out to the New Forest, and just walked quietly and talked. A place where much of my youth was spent sleeping out and roughing it in the wild with my pals, the sound of the wind through the trees always stills my mind.

So there we have it. Not a lot going on, but it's another Monday morning, and at least we have tea!