Apparently it's Boxing Day, but we haven't gone to anyone's for dinner, or eaten any turkey sandwiches and it's been pleasantly warm. I also had promised my neighbours I'd water their poly-tunnels today so that they could stay on with their family in Gore, rather than rushing home. When I went to bed last night I'd forgotten to write a note to remind myself, but decided that as soon as I turned the kettle on, I would remember to water the tunnels after I'd watered myself. Aye - different country, same woman.
At mid-day, as I was relaxing in the warm, drying sunshine, Robbi said, "So what time are you watering the tunnels?" I grabbed her and threw her in the car, petrified that the wonderful, trusting neighbours would turn up and discover that my niceness is just a front! If Robbi hadn't reminded me, I WOULD have remembered, but it would likely have been at 3am and I would have been out there with a head torch. Which would have been too late, as Pat and Kieth checked the tunnels on their way home and she phoned to say how delighted she was and what a good job we'd done of it. To think that 3 months of neighbourly nurturing nearly dried up in the sun. I will keep post-its by the bed from now on.
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