Mish mash

 I knew it was going to be blisteringly hot again yesterday, but I needed some exercise, so I went out on my bike very early. 

“Make sure you shut all the windows,” Dave said, as he set off on his. 

Dave and I agree wholeheartedly about a lot of things - politics, the utter crapness of Starmer, the bliss of cycling, the delightfulness of small children, how funny it is when Joey in Friends says “supposably” - but we don’t agree about windows. On hot days he goes around the house opening every single window, even in rooms we’re not using. I open them selectively.

So anyway, I shut all the windows he had opened, and set off. I’d been cycling for half an hour, when I started worrying. Had I shut them all? I could remember doing the ones upstairs, but what about the kitchen window? No memory at all. Anxiety set in (which it seems to do far too easily these days) and I turned the bike round and cycled home as fast as I could, arriving hot and bothered to a closed kitchen window. 

So I parked my bike and without even going in the house, I walked up the back garden to the seat we have under the plum tree, and drank my flask of coffee there. 

 

It was heavenly, and easy to imagine I was in a wild patch off the Trail, because we do No Mow May on our top back lawn.

After that I planted the sweet peas, repotted some pelargoniums and collapsed because of the heat.

In the afternoon, MsX and family came and I had a lot of fun playing pretend games, while MsX’s parents tried to get us up to date with our technology. First our recalcitrant telly, with no success, and secondly our car. The latter may be a success, but it doesn’t  have a CD player, so the lovely Jaine showed Dave how to use blue tooth to play music from a phone. The trouble is that Dave doesn’t have a phone, and I don’t have music on mine. Life used to be so simple. Buy a CD: stick it in a player. I miss mechanics.

Today, I’m going on a day trip to Liverpool to meet up with a friend from University. More fun.