My drive back to Cardiff last week went well. Actually it was just like a normal run between Cardiff and Matlock. There were more vans and trucks on the road but still plenty of cars.
The last 11 weeks have been totally given over to the crisis with Mum and then getting Dad back on his feet. It’s been great to be back home and concentrate on getting the house straight and on running my two businesses.
As in Derbyshire, my main social activity has been dog walking. I have to take my own flask now as all the joy had been sucked out of the Summerhouse Cafe with socially distanced queuing and no tables. At least I’m saving £2 a day.
Lottie and I have had a couple of walks with Jane and Sylvie, through we’ve had to adapt our route: Blackweir Bridge is closed as it’s too difficult to keep your distance.
Sylvie has developed an unhealthy interest in chasing ducks. Yesterday I came upon Jane watching her in despair as Sylvie paddled single-mindedly up and down the river in fruitless chase of a cheeky duck who’d been given the job of luring her away as all the baby ducklings watched from the safety of the bank. I didn’t know ducks were so clever.
I have many more options for food delivery in town. I’ve found Asda by far the best for delivery slots so am sticking with them for now.
I could get veg boxes from several sources. Kemi’s seems good.
I’m not a big beer drinker but it’s my favourite tipple with Ali and Jane due to assiduous conditioning at the Robin Hood on Friday nights in the old days (sigh). We’re planning to meet for a drink in the park as soon as the weather improves, so have ordered some for delivery by Pipes and also picked up three bottles in person. Seemed quite safe.
There’s lots of evidence of Bute park being well-tended, but the normally immaculate Thompson’s park is sliding into wrack and ruin.
Zach and Chynna’s pups are growing up.
2022 and all that 