Beautiful, slightly bittersweet day. Went to the country house, because I haven’t managed to lately, and had a feeling it would be necessary. Sure enough, apples falling from the trees. Since May was so warm and trees blossomed early, they were probably ripe earlier as well, but parents are frankly not up to climbing ladders that much any more/possibly just don’t care, as dad is much more excited about picking mushrooms by the buckets, and my brothers are constantly occupied elsewhere. So I need to show up and put the hours in. Salvaged as much as I could from the best summer apples, then picked several wheelbarrowfuls of rotten apples from the ground under the trees and took them to the compost heap. Not that we’d have managed to eat them all anyway, but still feels like a massive waste. They taste like nothing you can get in the shops either.
Also, while a bit of running did nothing at all to me, I’m already quite sore at places as a result of all that apple hauling, and possibly a little feverish. Boo.
Washing machine is officially finished. I’ve found 2 balls from the ball bearing on the bathroom floor, am assuming there are more under the machine, as the drum is barely moving now - and that’s in addition to the occasional leaks. Have decided to get a second-hand one for ~150 €, which would hopefully last for a few years. Am not feeling too confident about being able to afford a proper one by then, but have to try, I guess.
Watched How I Live Now with boyf. I liked the book, and it was a pretty solid adaptation, but it was more intense than I had anticipated and I’m quite shaken and unsettled now (not helped by the slightly feverish feeling).