Saturday morning

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That’s the view from my living room window. ..

All the things needed to start the last bed are here. We waiting for the grass to dry so we cut it and start digging up the turf for the buddleia. That is maybe all the digging today we already but a couple green mossy ones down between the pink rose and to washing line pole. Buds on both the roses. Looking forward to planting all the stuff in little pots as they get healthier.


Superduper anxious. Eating little and often as required by iffy guts. Trying to use codiene as an anti anxiety only works a little occasionally and we have a cider in the fridge for later. And we had steak last night. Good things. Still cant keep my heart rate down for very long but my head is going to some beautiful places sometimes.


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