Thursday 20 July 2023
I’m going to Edinburgh for the day today, driving part way and catching a train the rest of the way. It’s currently very sunny but it’s apparently between 6°C and 15°C at home and between 10°C and 18°C in Edinburgh, no rain. I’m having my usual layering dilemma. 6°C currently. My mum pointed out that it was 10°C on Christmas Day where we were in Kent last year. Anyway.
Yesterday, before dinner I spent two hours weeding and tree-cutting (in a minimal sense). I listened to music through my phone’s speakers in my pocket and I actually enjoyed myself. Even Chris came out and did some grass trimming with the not-Strimmer. There was – well, as it happens, there still is – a small, completely dead dwarf conifer (or whatever it was) tree in the garden that I’ve tried to pull out but not been able to. I told Chris about it and he said he’d get rid of it. I told him where it was, in the front garden, by the wall, the end of a flower bed, near the outdoor tap. He passed by a few times, mentioning he needed a spade to dig it out (not surprising, I thought). He was gone a while, I carried on weeding in the back area of garden. Some time later, triumphant, Chris announced he’d dug up the dead tree and would be heading back indoors to do a bit more work. I did have a niggle about whether he’d got the right tree but I carried on.
I worked my way round the house, pulling up some weeds alongside the wall. Oh, the very dead tree is still there … what on earth did Chris dig up?! Chris has shown me where he dug. I have no idea what was there, but he is adamant that whatever it was was also dead. That tree was not by the tap and neither was it a conifer-type tree, but hey ho.
