Bright start to the day. Rain falling straight down in silver lines through the sunshine. (Instead of being pushed earthwards and shoved to the side by the wind.)
* * * * *Miss Martin phoned.
She asked if Ming would be at the M.O.D. for work tomorrow.
I said this is unlikely because he's still in prison.
She said "Oh yes!", paused, and rang off.
(She's good at pauses.)
It strikes me that she takes an unusually close interest in her cleaning staff.
INVENTORY OF PLANTS GROWING OUTSIDE MY LIVING ROOM WINDOW CONT.
PLANTS WHICH ARE OUTSIDE MY HOUSE BECAUSE I PUT THEM THERE AND BECAUSE I LIKE THEM AND BECAUSE I THINK THEY LOOK GOOD IN THAT SITUATION AND WHICH ARE STILL THERE BECAUSE NO-ONE HAS TRODDEN ON THEM (YET):-
One hollyhock - over-wintered in situ. - home to scale insects. (It doesn't seem to ming - I mean mind.)
Daffodils - there are two pretty ones still in bloom (four, pale, double-blooms to a stem).
(I think Robert, Ceres and Caddis saw me talking to their mum after they'd pulled the heads off the last lot - and their apprehension protected my flowers.)
I was asking her why she'd called Ceres 'Ceres'.
Answer - 'She was pink and round when she was born'.
* * * * *
I've been looking through jam books.
Lucy says it's a waste of time making jam when you can buy it.
I say it's a waste of time eating - if it's shop bought jam.
Lucy tells me it comes from the W.I. market.
- Well, that's different. She should have said so in the first place!
(Sometimes, people simply don't make the effort to be clear.)