Bundle of anxiety

 I know the problems here are nothing in the great scheme of things, and with the roof done and the new windows being installed in August, the house will be much warmer and cosier.  Which hopefully means we can have the heating on a bit less, or lower at least, thus saving a few pennies.

But I love my garden, it brings me a lot of pleasure.  Seeing it in such a mess is hard for me - yes I know things will regrow, the lawn will recover, and the house martins and sparrows will start making new nests.  The disruption and all the clanging/banging/hammering/drilling noise, and having lots of strange men tramping round the garden and on the roof, all shouting and laughing is a huge problem for me, the noise (oh, the noise!), mess and invasion of my privacy REALLY grates on me and totally upsets my equilibrium.  Betty doesn't like it one bit either, she's a bundle of anxiety, just like me.  I just want a quiet life.  The scaffolders didn't come yesterday to remove the rest of the scaffolding, despite saying they would, so I'm assuming they'll come today.  I hope they do, they're disrupting my plans.

My sister was sent home yesterday afternoon, with a zimmer frame and strict instructions not to put weight on her broken foot.  The tests revealed she'd had a severe UTI (she said she'd been feeling feverish for a couple of days prior to passing out), so the hospital have put it down to that, and possibly low blood pressure having just got out of bed.  She's had intravenous antibiotics in hospital and has been given more in tablet form.  Her husband is disabled so won't be able to be of any help, but she does have lots of willing friends and a helpful daughter, and she lives in a bungalow, thankfully.  She and I come from the same mould, we get on with things ourselves rather than asking or waiting for others to help - well I've told her she must accept all help offered right now and not try to do everything herself.

I made a fruit cake yesterday and froze it when cooled, much to husband's disgust.  I've run out of cake tin liners and am nearly out of muffin cases, so need to get some before I can make any more cakes for our Jubilee weekend at the van.

I love these light mornings, I get so much done by getting up even earlier than usual (5.30 the last couple of mornings).  This morning I've taken last night's washing out of the machine and put on another load as the economy rate overnight electricity lasts until 8 am.  I also emptied the dish rack and put away all the dishes husband had washed up last night, took a couple of ready baked jacket spuds out of the freezer for tonight's dinner, and got all the veggies ready to chop for the ratatouille to go with the spuds.  I've checked what's on my to do list for today, and added a couple of things to tomorrow's list.

I got husband to dig up some plants yesterday, foxgloves that have self seeded everywhere and a strange large thing with leaves that look like a cross between irises and gladioli, it has pale yellow very small but pretty flowers on it which are clearly neither iris nor glad, no idea what it is or where it came from, I didn't plant it.  He's put them all in pots temporarily, we're going to plant them in the bed at the rear of the caravan.  We'll be popping to the van within the next day or 2, just to plant those things, water the pots and take the washed bedding and towels back.