Last weekend was the last of relative freedom before our local lockdown came into force. Now I wouldn’t have gone out and arranged something just for one last party, but I did have a planned get together of a small group of my friends at my house. It had been booked in for over two weeks and in the planning for longer than that, so I thought we would go ahead with it, as it probably will be the last chance for something like that this year. Of course, we can all still do that together in the local pub which seems daft, but that’s another story! So here’s the patio all set up ready to go for guests.
One joy of this week was that despite the local lockdown, my local library reopened for the first time in six months. Not in the usual way you understand. About two weeks ago I emailed in a request for certain books: they had to be available at that particular branch of the library and I could only pick six (as it turns out I’ve got four that I asked for, I wanted one lucky dip book anyway and ended up with two as they couldn’t find one of the books). I then got an email giving me an half hour time slot to pick them up – thankfully I could make it as you didn’t get to pick your time. I put my books to be returned onto a trolley outside the library, in the foyer of the building, and was given my books in the library doorway. It was nice to see the librarian and have a little chat – she seemed frustrated that they had had to be closed for so long. Apparently they are hoping to open up for browsing soon too which will be good. We still can’t reserve books from other branches of the library, but it’s better than no library at all. This was my first choice to read out of the pile I got given – I love this series of crime books.
Amber seems a bit more frail the last week or two. He keeps stepping downwards and then plateauing. He’s 18 and a half now and still enjoys his food, a cuddle and a nap, but he’s deaf or virtually deaf, has some sight issues, there’s a big cyst on his side and he generally doesn’t look like a spring chicken when he’s moving around. No need for the vet: the cyst has been tested and is harmless and the rest is all age related.
I generally manage a countryside walk once a week with a friend: it helps keep us fit; we get to catch up; and it’s good to be outdoors. We picked a lovely day this week thankfully and the Worcestershire countryside is always inviting. This week’s walk took us past this pretty church, so I stopped to take a picture – it’s nice to have some to show you that aren’t taken at home or in the garden.