Poor old Lisbeth is still struggling to get everything up to speed with stuff in the garden. She says she's OK but I heard two people ask her, today, why she looked sad. Now I come to think about it, she doesn't seem her usual chirpy self. She just gets her head down and works flat out. (Once I'm outside, I can get some photos of what's what and what's where.) She's been so engrossed outside that we haven't had any time to discuss my moving outside. Somehow, I don't think the time is quite right! Maybe her coffee and her once a week croissant, tomorrow morning, will see her in better spirits.
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