I am nearly at the end of November. Content is very limited indeed. I played tennis last night and woke up this morning with a sore shoulder, a sore wrist and a sore lower back. I recovered over the course of the day but I would describe this as an ominous development.
Today is the general election. I voted.
A man came and cut back everything in our garden. I am simultaneously delighted and horrified. I suppose the weeds will all grow back in due course. I took a before picture but it’s too dark for an after picture. Something for you to look forward to next week.
Tomorrow at the crack of dawn (10.00), I fly to England to visit herself.
*Just in case you need the reference. Unlikely I feel but you never know.