1st November, winter draws/drawers on. I could survive this much better if I could ignore Christmas, although I put up a pretty fine effort. I am relaxed about others feeding and consuming if they wish, but I want some sort of diplomatic immunity. I give my darling companion seeds and he gives me seeds and chocolate-seems OK to both of us.
This date marks when I can read my library book, the Guardian, the notes in my boxes of medicines-because the NHS has improved my sight-life is on the up. I did not enjoy having things poked in my eyes, but you will be proud to know that I was a truly brave soldier.
Three Iceberg standard roses are ordered and I have gift of a Shasta daisy from ace gardener Maureen Cooper. Nursery man assures me that it is not to late to plant out, so my longed for White Garden takes shape. And when the warm times come I will be able to retreat from the world if Trump is still leader of the USA. We have a beautiful great grand daughter, Stella Rose, growing up over there in Pennsylvania and she deserves better
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