Tidying up!

A quick check outside reveals that thankfully the wind has dropped. Yesterday every time I ventured out I got knocked back.  Literally . The wind pushed me over and flattened me against the wall so the sun chairs stayed pushed into the new positions that the wind had chosen.  

This is my main problem living here. I am fairly high  with glorious views all round. From the front of the house I see Falmouth.  The sea divides the Roseland from the rest of the peninsula . We are joined by a fairly narrow strip of land which in August is always busy.  The road runs past my house but somehow I never hear it ....I have to listen before I hear the sound of the world arriving on my door step. 

My visitors are always aware of the traffic noise and they clearly  don’t believe me when I say that it doesn’t bother me. But I never hear it.....and it’s not because I’m now deaf...that faculty is still intact thank goodness. 

The last few days have been difficult and have made me realise yet again how lucky I am. Sitting out a gale is no problem....if I can’t get out then a quick phone call to explain to various people works well.   The overhead power lines sometimes make commmunication difficult. I watched them swinging yesterday fully expecting them to be overcome by the truly dreadful wind. But they didn’t...so I was able to spend a pleasant day chatting on line, playing daft games and being quietly content. 

I don’t know what I’ll do today yet, apart from putting all the chairs back into their positions.  I need to check to see if the summer house has survived..

On one occasion it lost a door which had to be reattached by David.   I would be incapable of doing any such thing.  On another  occasion after a bad weekend I found an old boy asleep in it. I don’t know which of us was most embarrassed but I didn’t begrudge him the shelter whilst not wanting to make it a permanent arrangement. I gave him a hot drink before he went off I don’t think he came back....but if he did I am unaware of it. 

So this morning is the day for putting everything back in place.  A labour of love...I am still a very fortunate woman.