Thursday

I am waiting for the Decorator to come and smooth out the filled holes in my kitchen ceiling.   He has got nearly to the stage where he can give the kitchen ceiling two coats of white emulsion - he intends to do that over the week-end.   It is so good that the wretched down lights have gone - they were unsafe and badly fitted - downright dangerous the electrician said.   It will be good to have 'normal' lights.

Tomorrow - the 21st of June - would have been my beloved Farmer's seventy-sixth birthday.   I think of him every day and am just thankful that he didn\t suffer any more.   Glioblastoma is a dreadful thing and gently fading away was the best thing for him.   Now he is resting in peace, his ashes scattered by his favourite niece on the pastures he had loved and tended all his life.