Best made plans and all that

It will soon be Aquilegia time again, and I couldn't resist sharing one of last year's photographs with you.

I have been having a very frustrating day.  We had to go into town first thing and I offered to collect Keith's prescription and walk across town via M&S for fish, and then I needed to go to the Market to get a new battery for my watch.  By the time I got back to Tesco my legs felt like chewed string and I was really hot - so much for being "better" from this bug.  I thought I had it cracked once the temperature went away and I - sensibly for once - sat on the sofa with a book instead of gardening yesterday afternoon.

Anyway, we got home and I thought after a rest, I might have the energy to put up my plastic greenhouse.  Then the phone went and the Unit wanted photos of the coffer we had just taken OUT, as a lady had come back, very interested, and wanted to see it again and measure up before deciding.  I came upstairs and found that my mouse had died and I couldn't persuade either of the cameras to connect with the laptop.  So that meant I had to physically TAKE the coffer back to the Unit (didn't want to miss a possible sale) and I got held up there.  Then I had to drive from Llandovery back to Carmarthen and go and get a new mouse, which I did.  Got home - it needed batteries (not mentioned when I bought it and my brain was in neutral).  I had two AAA batteries - but they turned out to be flat.  So I am having to navigate using the little flat area on the laptop and I find it very unhelpful.

I am not in the mood (brain still too woolly) for writing the talk I am giving in a months' time and which I am worried witless about getting researched and polished in time, and I also need to fit in a day out to Dymock to take appropriate photographs - on a sunny day.  The only sunny days this week are at the weekend and I am working 3 days in a row.

So I have fallen back on family history research, which I've done well on recently despite some brick walls which I am still trying to batter down.  Today I am researching the "9 children, 7 dead" born to my g. g. grandmother Hobbs, who in her late 50s went on to adopt another, who I assume may have been from one of her children's families and then the death of a parent meant breaking them up and sending them to live with relatives.  Or else, born the wrong side of the blanket.  Can't specifically find his birth yet, though I now know it is March 1889 though on the 1901 and 1911 censuses it definitely states he was born in Peckham and that doesn't help me at ALL as he wasn't registered there.

You're stuck with this font too as I can't figure out how to highlight it and change it to Verdana.

I have finished reading the last of my physical copies of Ann Cleeve's books The Sleeping and the Dead (v. good) and have a pile of books on my Kindle to read now.  Various ones.  I'm in the middle of Burial of Ghosts right now, also by Ann Cleeves.

Right, back after a better night's sleep I hope!

Well, I had the better night's sleep but have just helped Keith clean the car and now I feel about to collapse in a heap again, so I am guessing this is a flu type bug that I have held slightly at bay because I had my flu jab last year.  I guess I shan't be doing the two small fairs now.