I got back to making a few phone calls yesterday. People are pleased to hear from one, but the strain is beginning to tell in some quarters. No tears although I sense they’re not far below the surface in some cases – I know I feel a little wobbly when I see the granddaughter’s bright smile in a photograph.
However, I enjoyed taking part in the Edinburgh Writers’ Club’s alphabet story challenge. Loved the BBC’s Strictly dance challenge compilation and the jigsaw is nearly finished. I’m making progress on the TBR. My book from the order service at Monifeith BookHouse arrived and the Toad in the Hole was a skyscraper! I had a long chat with friends on the way back from the shops. They are shielding so it’s a particularly long time for them.
Also, whisper it, I tidied my desk.
Throughout all of this many artistic folk have been trying to keep our spirits up. The lovely team at Pitlochry Festival Theatre are among them and my photo at the top is a nod to the Plantfinders’ Garden accessed from the theatre car park. A wonderful haven and one to add to your list for ‘after’. Today Pitlochry’s Rachael McAllister is singing us a cake. Go here
The BOOKHOUSE MONIFIETH here