How lucky am I? On our way back from a walk on
Thursday morning we saw our neighbour; they have a greengage tree right next to
the fence dividing our gardens, “Help yourself to greengages… please!” she said, “The freezer’s full of them and the children are refusing to eat any more
crumble - we’re sick of them!” Well, I didn’t need telling twice!
I am now the proud owner of some golden gorgeousness… I made
a few jars of sunny-coloured jam for winter mornings when it’s cold and grey. Lovely. We gave it a trial run on some toast this morning; blimey, it was so good! Hardly
surprising when the fruit went from tree to jar in under two hours… fresh or
what?!
Boris gave a briefing yesterday. Clearly, he feels people
haven’t been sufficiently frightened to make them kowtow – they’re starting to
act sensibly and think for themselves (and that will never do!) – so he’s
tweaking a few regulations and making up a few more unnecessary rules in order
to get more of us to comply with his silliness.
Micromanagement by Govt has gone into overdrive. It’s like a
game now; they’re just seeing how far they can push us before we reach breaking
point. They’re playing us. For the love of life, will someone please make it
stop? I think we need a modern-day Guy Fawkes to shake up this bunch of bloody
clowns.
Weather was ridiculously hot yesterday – 34°. Ghastly. Thankfully it’s much better today – low
20s. I hate hot weather.
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