Today remained hot-sticky-humid throughout with very little sunshine. This morning Jackie ironed the last bedsheet; this afternoon I pressed the last three shirts.
The Head Gardener continued clearing, composting, and planting; while I applied myself to dead heading
such as Mamma Mia, Crown Princess Margareta, and Absolutely Fabulous; and to gathering up heaps of clippings.
Day lilies and everlasting sweet peas continue to proliferate.
The Brick and Gazebo paths are now clear once more,
as is the Phantom Path running between Margery’s and the Cryptomeria Beds.
Soon after we arrived here we found the iron ends of this bench in the jungle that we inherited. I bought timber for the slats and fitted them into place. It has become somewhat unsteady. Today Jackie reinforced it with metal stakes and resettled it. We no longer need to be apprehensive when sitting on it.
During a rest period I read enough more of David Copperfield to scan the next three of Charles Keeping’s excellent illustrations.
‘ ‘Miss Mowcher!’ ‘
‘My aunt sat looking benignantly on me, from among the borders of her nightcap’
In ‘People about me crying ‘Silence!’, and ladies casting indignant glances at me’ Mr Keeping makes the reason clear.
This evening we dined on roast chicken thighs; firm carrots and broccoli; tender cabbage; and boiled potatoes, with which Jackie drank more of the Sauvignon Blanc and I finished the Fleurie.