Didn't sleep well last night, it was warm but not really unpleasant, just one of those things I guess. Another cracking day, and no Louis to ferry, so can take my time with breakfast. Smoked salmon with cream cheese on rye toast, for breakfast, washed down with a coffee pot of strong black Italian. Pick the dogs up at nine and take them on the Westwood again, they like seeing the other dogs and Teddy knows when to come back, so walking them here is a bit safer and more predictable than on the old railway line. There is more of a breeze today, so it's a little fresher, and that will make gardening more comfortable when we get back. I meet a walker at Black Mill who is new to Beverley and is amazed that this beautiful common extends all the way into town at North Bar. I know I'm biased but Beverley has got to be one of the best places in the UK to live!
We get back for ten fifteen and Teddy immediately escapes into Gareth's garden, next door. Fortunately they are away for the weekend and I am able to pop through there garden gate and get him. He is barking furiously at their large tortoise, which must have emerged from hibernation with the warm weather. To be fair to Teddy it does look like a pork pie! First job then, Teddy proof the fence again, this done, mow the lawns front and back and then finish off pruning the bushes at the front. If the weather holds, the back garden will be back to manageable maintenance by Wednesday. Finish the gardening by eleven thirty and drive to the leisure centre to swim, only to be told that the pool is closed for a gala. I'd forgotten. Call at Morrisons for a French stick, and draw a hundred pounds from the cashpoint for Jimmy, the locksmith, and then drive home to Tickton. Boil a couple of eggs, open a tin of tuna, and rustle up a salad Nicoise, with the crusty bread, and then I take my lunch and a large glass of chilled white wine into the garden where I eat at leisure in the lovely spring sunshine. After lunch I finish off my Ian Rankin book but then the food, wine, sunshine and last night's poor sleep, catch up with me and I head indoors and sleep for an hour. I wake up feeling refreshed, make a pot of tea and then mow the lawns at my house, front and back. I'm just finishing when Jimmy arrives to install the new lock, so I put the kettle on whilst I put the mower away and then make him a pot of strong tea. We discuss the situation at Hull City whilst he works. We are both fans, and the Egyption Millionaire owners, have recently sacked the manager, Nick Barmby, an ex England International and local born hero. City fans are understandably not happy about this. Jimmy finishes the job and leaves just after seven, telling me he has a date at seven thirty in town. "You are going to be late!" I tell him. "I'm always fifteen minutes late, I inherited it from my dad", he replies. I like Jimmy, if he were a Cockney he would be a "diamond geezer", in Beverley he's just "a right good lad." After he leaves I slice and butter the remainder of the French stick and serve it with honey and another pot of tea, then read the local free sheets. No dog walking for the weekend, so a chance to get back to my spring cleaning and hopefully get out for a run tomorrow, before meeting my sister, Jackie and her husband, Gino, for lunch at Rolando's.
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