E-mails, Writing, Plans for the Day

I checked my e-mails this morning. One of them brought back a memory of a truck with a trailer full of sheep. The truck had broken down on one of the hottest days of the year. Without water the animals, were in obvious distress to I phoned the RSPCA. Even worse are cases of animals left in cars with no ventilation on very hot days.

 

It's 10 a.m. I've started to tidy up a file which contains notes on marketing from my publisherr and I've written another 800 pages of my novel, Monday's Child, the sequel to my published Regency Novel, Sunday's Child.

 

I enjoyed my breakfast - porridge with a handful of blueberries, some black grapes and a few strawberries.

 

 I’m now planning to spend an hour in the garden putting up poles for my runner beans, which are trying to reach the ceiling of the greenhouse and need to be planted out as soon as they have been acclimatised to the weather. They need warmth so, hopefully, the weather will improve,

 

 

Mild January

This morning after I worked on my new novel and checked my e-mails, I weeded another bed in the front garden. It is a mild January day on which the sun is shining and the birds are chirruping. My hanging baskets and window boxes are full of cyclamen and geraniums all in flower. The front garden is like a French potager in which I grow vegetables and flowers. At the moment the broad beans look very healthy and the pot marigolds still have some flowers. Bit by bit I'm getting rid of the weeds.