Today Matthew invited me for cream tea... he'd made some jam and bakes some scones, and we sat out among the potted plants and were happy.
I had to take the bus because the rail connection is switched off again for maintenance, as every Sunday, it seems... there was a street party at Battersea, so I jumped off the bus there and bought some artichokes at the French stall and ate them straight away.
Matthew gave me some tomato plants, too... and I bought summer shoes, which are my size, and soft, and red, and lovely (all things I like best in a shoe) and I still ended up taking them off and walking back home barefoot as always. I wonder why the shoe industry seems to be completely unaware of the actual number of toes on the human foor. It's FIVE. Not three and a half. And they point straight ahead, not inwards as you seem to assume. - Anyway, I have hopes for this pair, very soft leather, might be able to wear them in.