I slept like a log last night, so I should, therefore, feel refreshed and full of the joys of Spring. I feel exhausted and incapable of achieving anything. I desperately need to spend a couple of hours (at least) down at the allotment, weeding the vegetable beds and mowing the grass, but I simply don’t feel up to it. My car is an absolute disgrace and I’d like to spend the afternoon washing it, but if I just take things easy then maybe I’ll have the energy to do so later in the week (and in the meantime perhaps we will get some rain, which would go some way to softening all of the bird crap and make the task a little less demanding).
My wife’s youngest son (and his wife) invite us over for a barbecue this evening so, after taking the dog for her afternoon walk, we drive over to Hevingham where we sit out in the garden eating spare ribs, burgers and hot dogs while the midges make a meal out of us.