Well, dear readers, I am now on holiday and during this month I begin to remember what real-life is all about and, hopefully, by the latter part of this week I will have convinced myself that what I spend the other eleven months doing is somewhere in a parallel universe.
I have done a good bit of pottering around the garden - which is my idea of bliss; although I have yet to tackle the jungle that has grown up behind one of the hedges thanks to all the wet weather we've had. I know there are two or three days of heavy-duty weeding ahead of me although not tomorrow because I fear we have more rain forecast. Never mind, some progress has been made and this afternoon was spent cutting the hedge which runs round the turning circle at the garage door. It is about twelve feet high and at least eight feet deep in places and, even if it doesn't quite rival Meikleour, it is quite a tricky job reaching those stubborn branches right in the middle at the top.
I am eagerly anticipating the arrival of a flagpole which has been ordered and paid for and should come this week sometime. It goes without saying that having an AB postcode put the cost of delivery up considerably (in fact almost tripled it) and I noticed that Dundee and Perth postcodes are treated as "Scottish Highlands and Islands" for delivery purposes by the company I ordered it from. Hmmmm. Given that the company I am dealing with is based in the East Midlands, I would have thought Perth easier to get to than, say, Penzance. Sorry, folks, but this issue is getting to be a real bug-bear for those of us in AB or IV postcodes.
My flagpole will be located near my summerhouse, a wonderful Scandinvian piece of kit I installed about four years ago down in one of the corners of the garden. It faces west so from late afternoon it gets the full sun (if there is any sun, of course). During the holidays, everythings stops at 7.00pm when it is time to retire to the summerhouse and tune in to an everyday story of country folk.
And what a terrifying week it has been in Ambridge with the ongoing intimidation of David and Ruth Archer (to prevent David giving evidence in a court case) reaching new heights with the barn at Brookfield being set alight. Tonight, there was another surprise when Elizabeth (David's sister) turned up at Brookfield to see how they were all coping. Relations have been glacial between David and Elizabeth since poor old Nigel (Elizabeth's husband) fell off the roof of Lower Loxley and was killed. She blamed David as he had been on the roof with Nigel at the time, trying to take down a banner. Could this be the start of a rapprochement?
I should add, by way of conclusion, that the programme I am alluding to is, of course, a documentary programme and everything you hear on Radio Four between 7.02pm and 7.15pm each evening is a synopsis of real life. Whilst it does amazes me that all these people have allowed this fly-on-the-wall documentary to last for sixty-two years, I cannot believe that there are actually some listeners who think they are actors following a storyline. ;o) Parallel universe or what?
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