Monday and all the family are going out to work this morning so my breakfast is leisurely before I ring my sister prompted by a message from her neighbours. She is in fine fettle and planning to go out to shop for food. I let the neighbours know and then I head for the Shed. I settle down to write letters and spend the morning doing just that. Lunch is a sandwich and then I set about planting the petunias and sorting out the last remaining pots. I beaver away taking drinks breaks along the way. It is clear I can no longer labour all day. Having satisfied myself that I had used everything and tidied away I took a few pictures of the latest blooms to appear in the garden.

I return to the Shed and write another letter. At the end of the afternoon I get the best message possible, my granddaughter who was in hospital is back home and recovering well. I just have enough time to get to the post box before the Tesco delivery arrives. So singled handed I put it away and clear the fridge and the kitchen. I’m tired by now and watch some TV till the family returns home and I start to draft the blog. A salad tea and I am ready to face the evening. I’ve no inkling how its going to go.