The house seems strangely quiet and Rick is sulking. Kat has returned to Brize Norton with her boyfriend this morning. A map of the world jigsaw lies half completed in the garden room. It’s been five weeks since she arrived home battered and bruised after her accident and we had got used to her being here. She still has some leave time to use up though so I think she might be back soon to finish that puzzle.
The flow of Amazon deliveries has eased up and I have found a great way to recycle the empty cardboard boxes and paper packing. We have five apple trees and they are heavily laden with fruit this year; there is a Cox’s Pippin, Golden Delicious and a Bramley but I don’t know what the other two are. The windfalls and less than perfect apples will be used for wine but the others will be packed carefully into the boxes and stored in the garage. They should keep for several months.
There are still plums on the trees at the bottom of the garden but they are buzzing with wasps so I steer clear. The plum wine is bubbling away nicely although my utility room smells like a distillery.