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Things improved yesterday; I tried to saw down a thick bough from a rowan in our back garden, took me all afternoon. This virus thing has left me weak as a kitten.

I am still confused as to what to do re the back garden. There's a pear tree, an apple tree and a contorted hazel all grown far too close together. The rowan must have self seeded, and everyone says it has got to come out, but the truth is, all these trees have ended up sitting on each others laps. Move one and I might kill them all. That rowan has inveigled itself in with the other trees most successfully...clearly it's a charmer. It has a thing going with the apple tree where the latter has curved a branch around the former, while a very game rose (I think it is a rose) has crept up the quickbeam. I have decided it's a good omen, though I don't know what it means yet. Roses are love and beauty and Rowan guards against lightning and witches. Rose hips and rowan berries both make pinky jellyjams that don't taste of much. I'm clutching at straws here.

The one that really should go is the contorted hazel as it's the only one that doesn't bear fruit. Hazel coppices well so we could chop it back and I could have loads of curly twigs with which to decorate our completely redundant fireplace. But it has funky catkins, and it looks happy. I can't describe what that means in vegetable terms, but that is one pleasant old tree, and I am not spoiling its fun.

The late afternoon has brought the smog to an end. I can see St Pauls and far beyond it, Wembley Stadium. Today is definitely a better day.