Booked

Tickets that is not me. For Operation Mincemeat in Swansea Grand Theatre in September 2026! (Note for self - they have emailed me e-tickets, must remember this for when I panic and can't find them.) This is the show I booked for us in London last year then had to cancel twice because of Husband's illness. The tickets only went on sale this morning but by the time I booked this afternoon the best seats had gone. The best = my favourite, in just the right position.

And Husband has just booked a house in Cornwall for a week in July for us, Daughter, Elder Son, families, and dogs. Then in late August we'll holiday with Younger Son and family in Italy.

And I've booked an early anniversary lunch for us in Slice, our favourite restaurant. 

This has been an unusually dynamic day for us.

In between I've been jigsawing and gardening. I've mentioned that I'm a disorganised gardener, which is all very well until it comes to weeding. "Does that look like something I might have planted or is it a weed?"

Our first wild strawberry has appeared. We seem to be more successful at wild than tame probably because the wild just grow themselves.