Godot woz 'ere

Today was one of those perfect autumn days. A hint of freshness in the morning preceded warmth and a glorious sun from mid-morning on.

It was the sort of day to achieve anything you wanted to do, except go to the beach to swim... Walking, cycling, running, picnicking, racing, musing, gardening, discovering. All was possible.

What did I do with this beautiful day the likes of which we probably won't see again this autumn? I had a lazy morning and eventually went to play tennis this afternoon. The tennis managed to assuage the feeling of vague dissatisfaction I had been feeling, brought on by getting up late and not setting off on some wild goose chase adventure. I needed activity, obviously.

The garden is enjoying the weather too. The milder climes have brought on the flowers which had been asphyxiated by the heat and there is a little riot of colour; oranges on the left, pinks ahead. I am in two minds about working much in the garden to improve it more than a little. To start with, it's not mine seeing as I rent and I'm loathe to do a lot of hard work. On the other hand, I would like to plant some veggies, but the soil is full of stones and clay. You might even say 'soil' is a generous term when describing the compact, heavy material between the stones, pebbles and rocks. It needs sand and potting soil, in large quantities; much turning over, and TLC. To be honest, I'm not sure I can be bothered on something which does not belong to me.

Prevarication. The curse of the undecided.

The piano still hasn't arrived.

I have no news from the scouts.

I have papers to collect up.

I'm waiting for information to fall from the sky.

Waiting for Godot more like.