Forever and forever and forever...

Not a lot is happening. The garden is blooming beautifully. 

Daughter 2 gave me this camellia for Mother's Day some years ago and it's so lovely. Some years it gets nipped by frost at just the wrong moment but this year seems to have been ideal for it. 

This is the study, the part of it behind me as I type. One of the major difficulties, as I've said before, of having children who've moved away is that when they come to stay (and of course, we want them to) there needs to be somewhere for them and their children to sleep. If they lived in Edinburgh, there wouldn't be a problem. People in our position can't downsize; in fact, really need to upsize: though we have three spare rooms, it's not enough for two visiting offspring, their spouses and their children. So I had this idea (I specialise in ideas - poor Mr L) that instead of having two desks and two desktop computers in the study, we could share one of each. If Mr L got rid of his desk (!) and also the filing cabinet, we could fit bunks in that space for visiting grandchildren. 

This all seems like fantasy since it's SO long since we had anyone to stay - particularly Son and his family, who don't often actually stay anyway. We more often go - went - there.

Anyway, Mr L nobly emptied the filing cabinet but we were waiting for charity shops to reopen so that we could donate the surplus furniture. Then we were browsing for bunks, phoned the company to ask a question and then found ourselves, somewhat rashly, ordering the bunks. In this need-it-tomorrow society, we actually got them tomorrow (or yesterday, in this case) - which we didn't want. So I hastily advertised the desk and cabinet on Facebook Marketplace and Gumtree - no takers so far. They're only £20 - I thought of making them free but wondered if that might somehow make them seem undesirable. Anyway, I'll change them to free tomorrow if there's no response earlier. 

Meanwhile I'm quilting the ice cream quilt and getting back to the archives. Why did my dad keep all his university notes?? - well, not all, but some. There are several thick, heavy notebooks with maths in them. I have no idea at all what it means and would throw them away except that they're in my dad's handwriting, which makes me hesitate. Also it's possible that my brother and his scientific family might be interested in them. But they're in Surrey and can't just pop in to express an opinion. 

So yes, nothing is happening but I feel a bit burdened with things. Still, for the third week in a row I went walking with some teaching friends on Wednesday, so that was nice. Onward and upward.