Tuesday, 30th June 2015 - Murray's Wedding Ring

I had a chance of a lie-in but my mind thought otherwise. What a glorious day.

Murray played tennis for me while I got very hot and steamy with piles of ironing. I don't find him a very entaining player. I like a bit of racket throwing or ball abuse.

With the tractor mower out of action it is down to the little petrol one to tackle the grass. Tim said it mayb difficult to start. I was determined to get it going. Pah, easy with arms as mighty as mine. I started and Brett finished. Good team work.

My guests arrived early having managed to get across the channel through the strikes and tyre burning. Their room was not ready. They were happy to sit in the shade of the garden with tea and honey fudge cake whille finished their room in a heat haze.

Monday, 29th June 2015 - March Bronze 'Fallen Angel'

I awoke alone. No Tim. No guests. Very unusual. Quite delightful.

We have blue tits nesting at Little Holt. The fledglings are just learning their basic flying lessons. The cat brought me one in this morning to show me. 

I took a trip up to Farnborough. It was over thirty years ago when I worked at the hospital and flat shared in Pratts Bottom. Interesting memories I have from that time. There was a service of celebration and thanksgiving for Si's Dad. A thoroughly enjoyable service which may sound odd but it really was. There was a stunning bronze of a Fallen Angel in the graveyard. 

Steve drove me home. He is good company. I did my art homework and had an interesting art class. I think I may have undone all the good work I did previously. Bugger. 

Saturday, 27th June 2015 -The Stings

Following a double shift breakfast the day promised sun and fun.

It was the Benenden Village Fete this afternoon. I walked hand in hand with Hetty, Harriet and Bella to the village. It was a busy affair. The little ones soon learnt how 'unlucky' a lucky dip can be. It is cruel to have jars of sweets lined up and very minimal opportunity of sampling them. A very drippy ice-cream was a little bit of a softener. Throughout the afternoon I managed to inbibe three glasses of sparkling wine, one from Vivien, one from Alan and another from myself. Hetty and Bella rode ponies and bounced on a castle while The Stings played in the back ground. They still need to work on their rendition of The Wheels on the Bus.

Harriet and I had an evening together eating a wide variety of vegetables while watching Fifty Shades of Grey. It was much better than we anticipated. Harriet and I both got a bit confused by a couple of the sex scenes. It had one if those 'Oh, no it can't finish there', endings. Not a literary epic but good Saturday night entertainment when the men are away. It was good to spend an evening with my gorgeous daughter.

Friday, 26th June 2015 - Glass Animals - Hazey

Porridge all round this morning. Easy.

Tim has packed and gone to Atlanta for a week. Leaving me all alone to cope with my guests.

I walked and walked this evening. It was beautiful. James Blunt followed by Maroon 5 joined me. I just hope that I did not sing too loudly. Some songs get a bit naughty and it is not until you have the words directly in your ears the realisation dawns. Oh well, the birds were noisy too.

Tom is at Glastonbury helping on a cocktail bar. He has introduced me to Glass Animals. I am rather taken with their music. If you pop to his bar he recommends a Dark and Stormy. Dark rum, spicy ginger juice and lime. I like the sound of that very much.

I indulged in a stir fry this evening as Tim is not that keen on all those bean sprouts.

Thursday, 25th June 2015 - Twinkle Ingedient

I paid a visit to see Mum. I left exasperated. Enough said.

Thank God I have a litre of elderflower vodka steeping. I just hope the jar that I had used for pickled eggs is not tainted. Not a terribly charming combination. Mrs Cropley from the Vicar of Dibley comes to mind.

Wednesday, 24th June 2015 - Nearly Northern Lights

I was out with the Weald of Kent Morris this evening under a rather interesting sky.

Tuesday, 23rd June 2015 - Meadow Brown 'Devil'

Michael gave us some of his time, which is very much appreciated, to inspect our hive. The clicking of a queen cell means an imminent emergence. Good or bad we are not too sure. It was all put back together and we have been instructed to leave well alone for a couple of weeks.

A Natural History programme on Radio 4 told me about the Meadow Brown and its evil connotations. Was it a coincidence that I saw one on my walk this evening? Is it PC to catch and pin one? I have plans for a future painting relating to the Golden Ratio, mythology and butterflies. Exciting.