Saturday, 28 February 2009

Jackie and I spent another day gardening, this time with our grand-daughter Bethany. She helped me clean out the chickens and then distribute about a cubic yard of last year’s home-produced compost. We then turned over this year’s compost and saw millions of squiggly worms.

Aged Ken (our decrepit white cat of indeterminate age) is almost grateful to see some sunshine. He no longer even attempts to use the cat flap; if someone is around he simply pats at pathetically and mews until the door is opened. Strangely if no-one is present, he does manage the cat flap alone because we hear him at night.

After last night’s defeat for Wales, tonight it was England’s turn to lose. The omens are not good for a Spurs victory in tomorrow’s League Cup Final.