The Cuckooβs Calling*
Wake up at 3am. Fall back asleep till 5.15am. Read my post-apocalyptic Robert Harris book published last year and eerily prescient. I’ve read about a third of it already.
Have bath π before it gets too hot π₯΅.
Have breakfast in the garden. Photograph flowers. Attempt to snap Fluffy but he vaults into the hedge.
Have breakfast in the garden. Mum tells me off for making a mess in the kitchen. The hospital texts to see how I am. Do last Tarot For Growth July post.
We go to Aldenham for our walk where we see the cuckoo pint.
Do Pilates with my chums over Zoom. It’s good to be back.
Three boxes π¦ of vegetables arrive from the greengrocer.
New camera π· and its case arrive. So does a card:
Card is from Mum’s bestie who makes them herself. Isn’t it gorgeous.
Need to charge camera and work out how to use it.
Have lunch in the garden under the new umbrella βοΈ. It sways a lot in the breeze.
Today is 32 degrees. Take my duvet out of its cover, move the best fan into bedroom. Meditate and sleep.
Have Zoom chat with brother. Read book in the garden. Write blog.
It rains π§ – not the promised thunderstorm – just a shower. Fluffball comes in for his supper. He is lying down now:
I don’t know what’s for supper: maybe felafel.
It’s So Hot π₯΅ still.
Fluffball runs up the stairs towards his bedroom for his second supper.
Happy Friday everyone!
*2013. By J. K. Rowling. Cormoran Strike crime fiction series Book 1.