This is your last chance

You can't say we didn't warn it.

For the last several years we've been saying, "Okay, produce fruit this year or next year you're going."

It has resolutely ignored us producing a single plum at the most. And always in an unreachable place where the only ones to benefit were the birds. So the plum tree has gone. At least most of it has. 

I had originally planned to replace it with a lilac bush but a) the best thing about lilacs is the scent and my sense of smell is disappearing along with my hearing; and b) now I've seen the space I have a hankering for a statue.

Or an arbour for sitting and pondering. Sadly though I fear not much sitting or pondering would be done so it's back to a statue. But what sort?

A fierce dragon? A courageous sword-wielding maiden? A  more classic naked man with jug of water? I shall have to browse. 

Or maybe a rose-covered arch? Or a bench plus statue/arch? Decisions, decisions.

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I caught a snippet on the news while I was marinading my lamb for curry along the lines of, "Downing Street has admitted that it was them that requested a private meeting between Johnson and Sue Gray (the woman charged with producing a report on the alleged breaking of lockdown rules by those in government."

Initially it was claimed that Sue Gray requested the meeting, a claim she denied. Let me see, an independent investigator or Boris Johnson's government? Who to trust? It's so hard to decide.*

Along with others in this country I was amazed that Trump never got thrown out of office, that the scandals and stories never brought about his downfall. Now I see the same happening here. And this is why I don't commentate on politics very often. It's just too depressing.

*Not