Productive pottering

We sleep in until almost eight o'clock, but I still feel stiff and tired when I awake, and so resolve to have an easy day. We finish Gino's sausages today, along with bacon, black pudding, tomato and fried egg, and just have time for a shower, before it is time for Norman's walk with Nellie again. Today we go further than the bridge and make our way through "almost straight wood", where I have to be careful to avoid the nettles at the start, because I am wearing my shorts. The weather today is clearer and warmer and as soon as we get back, I strip the beds and put the bedding into wash, before starting on the gardens, working my way round the flower beds, pulling out weeds and trimming the edges of the lawns. It is quite pleasant work, sat on my little tripod stool, in no particular hurry, just progressing steadily until the work is finished. Occasionally stopping to replenish my mug of tea from a large teapot, covered by an insulating cosy. By half past seven the gardens are finished, the bedding washed and replaced and I start to think about dinner. I have a tin of tuna in the cupboard, salad in the fridge and so, with the addition of a boiled egg and some new potatoes, that I cook in the microwave, I soon have a salad Nicoise. I eat this with the other half of Louis' baguette from yesterday. After dinner I download information about employment tribunals for Gino and then reply to my emails. There is one from Liliane in Rotterdam, telling me that Melanie and family have arrived safely and one from Jackie on holiday in Sardinia, where Gino is struggling to come to terms with his enforced early retirement. A day of productive pottering in the garden takes its toll and once again, I am too tired to read, so turn in at ten.