So there I was, with a shopping bag fixed to the end of a rake, trying to pick apples high up in the tree when one of the dislodged fruit missed the bag.
It was at this moment that I had an Isaac Newton moment - that gravity is stronger then I expected and that big Bramley apples are harder.
I still have a little eggy bump in the centre of my forehead.
Talking of heads - I have tried to submit a passport photo online - what a mess. Nothing is right and then they tell me my eyes are closed. Actually I have slightly hooded lids. So to be able to get a passport I will need plastic surgery for my saggy old face.
So I nip off for a day or so to play the worst round of golf I have ever played and whilst I am away the garden is awash with wildlife - cats (of course), grey squirrels, foxes and now badgers!
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Made some bread and could not understand why it did not rise - until I looked at the Use By Date on the yeast - 2008! Think it may have ben past its best. The other tin of yeast I had used was old too which explains the rather solid loaves we have been eating. Using new yeast it overproved and stuck to everything - the bowl, tin, me - but the bread tastes much better.
I am shot at - just mown the long grass on the steep banking below the house - toads and frogs all over the place. R weeding and dead heading and stuff.
Having said that here are still delights in the garden - backlit Cosmos -
and fruit - big apples and one ripe fig - Brown Turkey.
I can hear the half shoulder of lamb sizzling in the oven, mint sauce and red jelly at the ready, time to go for now.