As csearle asked on another thread:
Have I stumbled in on an edition of GQT?
Could be, could be. My whole life is turning into Gardeners' Question Time, with a goodly shot of Tommy Walsh just to make it more interesting. Patios have been repaired, paths and pavements jetwashed, forgotten cold frames nursed back to life, and all those jobs I've been meaning to do for years are queuing up to be done.
Slowly..........I can't decide whether I like that, or not. Although I'm just a little bit short of my threescore and ten, but still working a couple of days a month, I've stoutly refused to give in to the traditional old-codger daily discipline. (Get up, have breakfast, read paper, feed the birds, listen to the radio, have lunch, read the paper again, think about going to the garden centre, but go supermarket shopping instead because I can annoy more people that way.)
But this time is different. I'm finding I rather
like not having to hurry about anything, not having any deadlines, not having to leave jobs half-done because I had other things I needed to do more urgently. I don't think I'd like to slip into this pattern permanently - because some people I know freely admit that they no longer know what day of the week it is (and some of them are in their thirties!) - but hey, as a holiday from the daily stresses it ain't so bad.
Saw the first swallows on Monday - and that's about a month earlier than last year. I wouldn't have even noticed them if I hadn't been idly leaning on my spade at the time. So there you go, then, csearle, I'm turning into Springwatch as well. And then I'll hit my cello practice, and the neighbours will report me to the RSPCA for torturing the cat. It all helps to pass the time.
BJ