Tomorrow’s gardening chores: a little weeding in the weed lot and staking up the garden box.
The Orange Lord. He is winning. He is wearing me down. I am becoming inured to his behaviour. I find myself hoping that if I just close my eyes it will all go away. As a dear sister friend says – Hope is not a plan.
So what exactly can one little old lady do? I’ll let you know if I ever figure this one out.
My county has been stolen by a reality tv star. I am so glad Carlton did not live to see this. He would not have been surprised. He would have said, have you forgotten The St Louis? How about Manzanar? And Bloody Sunday?