Our agapanthus plants )that we brought here from London) have done well and been divided and replanted regularly. This year I gathered quite a few black seeds at the end of the flowering and dropped them into pots of mole earth. I brought to an indoor, upstairs windowsill

Continuing with testing the videos I am uploading two more that some might not have seen. If you have an iPhone or iPad they seem to work. Especially if you click on the HEADING at the top of the blog – the blog will enlarge snd a play button will appear. This doesn’t work on my laptop or Samsung or other phones. The “happiness” engineers are working on this.

On the drive to St Neots, Bushmead Road was flooded in several places. I came home along a different route which had its watery moments of excitement. Still needing fresh air I walked out just now and examined the water logged fields.

The rain continues, heavier through the night and possibly turning to sleet or snow later. The ground is a quagmire

No groups now just pairs of walkers.

Back home Nigel had caught a mouse

I’ve had enough of rain and mud!

I made my weekly Tuesday trip to London to see mum through the Care Home window. The new lockdown prevents hairdresser or dentist from visiting the premises. So mum’s hair isn’t “done” and her dental plate needs attention. I will send it to the dentist who will send it to the technician who might be able to fix it. Luckily mum says she “isn’t going anywhere” so doesn’t seem to mind about her missing front teeth. Bless her – she’s very uncomplaining and accepting of the situation in which we all find ourselves.

On the way home the rain stopped and the sun shone and I unpacked the shopping and went for a walk.

Another marker is the sound of our geese which can be heard half a mile away. Just follow their honking back home! The sun was glowing in a streaky sky

And as I came towards the neighbours field, abutting the goose pond, I spied a stationary creature, the size of a large dog. I crept towards it but it heard or smelled or saw me and bolted into the hedge

I got back to the house to find Mabel and Nigel being the best of friends

I crept, quietly, out of the kitchen door. I crouched low behind some bushes until I could get close to the bird. When I overstepped the mark he flew away.