Wednesday 29th April 2026

Wednesday.

Halfway through the week and nearly the end of the month.

A year ago we were enjoying our last full day in India before returning home. Turns out there is only so many curries you can have in three and a half weeks, and we yearned for something other than lentil dahl.

But we are home now, and we had lentil dahl for dinner, although when we did return hoe, it was six months before I could face a curry.

I'm a little run down due to banging my shin last week. It don't look pretty, and takes time to do its thing before healing. I had hoped the phys had increased circulation to the extent that my legs were getting better. I think they are, just not as quick as I would have wanted.

So, an easy day then, resting up and trying to ignore the pain, though the pain isn't that bad..

Jools went to her class, leaving me home. I had gone back to sleep after waking up at five, waking with a jolt at twenty past six to find myself pinned to the bd by Cleo.

So, after making myself a coffee, and once the day had warmed up, I sat on the patio with Scully as we pretended that the day was warmer than it looked, thanks to the keen east wind.

It may have looked like Spring, but didn't feel like it.

At least down on the ground, in the lawnmeadow, the Yellow rattle is beginning to bloom, and so it will explode into colour and be alive with insects.

I go out at lunchtime to snap a railtour. Not a railtour, but a test run for a railtour.

A friend had given me timings, I had tried to find if it was accurate, but no luck online. So I drove over to Shepherdwell for quarter to one ready for the class 73 top and tail action.

Only it was now routed through Ashford, and there wasn't time to get to Dover to get in position to see it arrive, so went home as Jools needed the car for a tip run.

One of us had to stay home for the delayed deliver of insulin for Scully, because as soon as it was delivered it had to be refridgerated, and it was already a day late. The customer service from DHL was appalling as their phone number wouldn't connect, and there was no answer from their Watsapp number. And when I asked the driver where the parcel had been, he just shrugged.

Our neighbour, Mick, knocked. He had a huge bag of rhurbard. Take as much as you want, he said, we're off on holiday tomorrow, and have a glut. So I took a huge bundle and was soon stewing the chopped stalks for a crumble over the weekend, and then makin syrup with the remaining juice to pour over ice cream. We just needed ice cream.....

And that was as exciting as the day got. Other than listening to Arsenal on the wireless in Europe, where they drew 1-1. No footy on the telly, so I just listened and drank slow port.