This blog wasn't originally intended to be public. It was to be simply a log of our retirement life that we could use to reminisce. And we do. Often. I didn't know at the time that I could make it private, unavailable to anyone else. Then I found that others were reading it, and commenting, so I started to write it for them, too.. Readership increased, folk from several other countries joined in and... it's all history.
Unsurprisingly, the daily number of readers has dropped considerably since I stopped posting about our life with our feet under water over a year ago. Details of life in our house isn't likely to attract huge numbers of readers. So the following may simply end up being a record for us. Bear with me.
Much of our time since the last post has been spent decorating the new studio/lounge for Jess, and moving Grace properly into the room Jess has now vacated. I've been cutting back and tidying in the front and back gardens. The recently renovated pond is looking very good; the frogs are back.
We've also been decluttering our books and DVDs and the contents of a very overfull loft. We've both been writing, though I've probably given up the latest book I've been working on. Most recently I've been helping Steve and Nome to de-turf Steve's back garden prior to re-turfing. The past three storms, Dudley, Eunice and Franklin, put an end to that for the time being, though the worst that happened to our family in those storms was part of a fence falling down in Steve and Karolina's garden, and a trampoline landing in it.
I've been trying to develop a routine of exercise for body and brain, Trying, but not being very successful. I'm not nearly as keen to go for walks as I was during lock-downs. I was doing well learning Italian, too. And exercising. It was all so much easier on the boat! Why is it not so here? Largely, I've been bored, and that's anathema to me.
A while back, Naomi, Grace and I visited a Stamp Art exhibition in Luton's Stockwood Park. Very clever, but ultimately tedious, I thought.