I have missed you but I've been so busy with work that I haven't been getting home till late and by then I have been too tired to write. Well, that is my apology. But today, ah, today - how lovely it's been. A day off after an extremely long week and the end of the sunshine if the weather reports are to be believed (& why would they lie?). Next week we have been warned of freezing temperatures, frost and perhaps a smattering of snow! But today we sat outdoors, eating raspberries straight from the cane and talking about what we need to harvest from the vegetable patch before the cold wind reaches us. Tomorrow we are going to pull up the sweetcorn, cut down the beans (leaving the roots in to nourish the soil) and take off the blackened pods for next year's beans.We may plant cauliflower under glass (or in the greenhouse as we don't have cloches) as well as hardy peas or broad beans. We've got to take out the aubergine plants from the greenhouse and add to the compost heap and I need to mow the grass for what may be one of the last cuts of the year. It's the one thing that I don't miss. I shall miss my weekly trip into the garden though. As I've planted up most of my bulbs into pots there isn't much more to do and as soon as the temperature drops I shall be hiding indoors in the warm.
The chickens have also enjoyed today as Luke let them out very early on and they have pecked around the garden to their heart's content.
We got our treadmill today.
Last Saturday, having got two free tickets to the Michael Jackson concert through work, we nipped first into John Lewis to have a bite to eat and as we walked out we chanced upon a heavily discounted ex-display treadmill. We bought it and it arrived today. I hadn't realised how unfit I had got (although I did suspect it) and my Mum disputed my claims of my unfitness, saying I was out in the garden so often. Five days out of seven though I am standing for seven or eight hours a day with no exercise whatsoever. So, back to the treadmill! I put on a programme for only twenty minutes and by twelve of them I was sweating so much that I expected to keel over. Because it was a multi terrain programme I had the incline option kicking in and every few minutes I was holding onto the hand rest to pull myself forward. The only motorised incline I am used to is the one on the foot rest on the sofas! In fact I am sitting on it now with my feet up infront of me. As you can tell, I survived the treadmill and after a little stretching to cool down I walked outside, into the dark night, barefoot onto the warm deck and breathed in the sweet air. I was just thinking, "It can't get much better than this!".
A lovely day. I hope yours was too.
The chickens have also enjoyed today as Luke let them out very early on and they have pecked around the garden to their heart's content.
We got our treadmill today.
Last Saturday, having got two free tickets to the Michael Jackson concert through work, we nipped first into John Lewis to have a bite to eat and as we walked out we chanced upon a heavily discounted ex-display treadmill. We bought it and it arrived today. I hadn't realised how unfit I had got (although I did suspect it) and my Mum disputed my claims of my unfitness, saying I was out in the garden so often. Five days out of seven though I am standing for seven or eight hours a day with no exercise whatsoever. So, back to the treadmill! I put on a programme for only twenty minutes and by twelve of them I was sweating so much that I expected to keel over. Because it was a multi terrain programme I had the incline option kicking in and every few minutes I was holding onto the hand rest to pull myself forward. The only motorised incline I am used to is the one on the foot rest on the sofas! In fact I am sitting on it now with my feet up infront of me. As you can tell, I survived the treadmill and after a little stretching to cool down I walked outside, into the dark night, barefoot onto the warm deck and breathed in the sweet air. I was just thinking, "It can't get much better than this!".
A lovely day. I hope yours was too.
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