Who is supposed to be the wordsmith in this marriage?! See the picture of Waiting for Gordo above.
You will note - by the way - that Gordo is NOT - according to its front cover - a New York Times Bestseller, unlike every other book ever published these days. True, but what a lovely cover the publisher gave me.
If he - my young publisher - was rich and powerful enough to get it into the Airport bookshops, I think that the cover alone would make it sell like hotcakes. And then I too would have been a New York Times Bestseller.
However, I am very grateful to be published. Very grateful.
Col and I also compete at Countdown every afternoon - well, we record it and have it with our supper. But he is rather distracted by the lovely Rachel, so I do have a bit of a head start there.
'Our balcony is flourishing and I must get Col to photograph it for me. I have one of those photographing phones myself, but it is no use me trying unless anyone wants yet another photograph of me looking especially gormless saying: "How do you do this?!"
Col had his usual Saturday and Sunday metal-detecting. And he took some photos of wild garlic that I have recruited for my next blog. I attended the Zoom funeral/memorial on Saturday afternoon. It was a lovely tribute to our sister and included a reminder of the hope of the resurrection, the time when she will be woken from the dreamless sleep of death and see this lovely earth again. And I zoomed to the Kingdom Hall on Sunday.
I am sleeping a bit more now, but not nearly enough, and feel very very tired. But I am so grateful the pain has subsided enough that I can get at least some sleep.
Getting old is a painful business. But it was never meant to be like this. And am I really that old? I haven't yet had eighty springs - though I am pretty close. I cannot tell you how quickly it has gone.