For some reason, we both slept badly last night. We were in bed shortly before 11.30 and I awoke for the first time around 1.30a.m.; again at 2.40 – I know the times because I went to the kitchen for a drink of orange juice as my mouth was dry. I woke several other times … Continue reading Gone to Pot – or The Mid-Week Ramblings of a Tired Man.
“You’re at your happiest”, she said. I could only look at her with my usual non-comprehending face, mouth open, jaw dropped and blank expression. It’s a regular expression of mine. Mary makes statements, like the above, which leave me, well, wondering; wondering what’s coming next or wondering if she had said something before this that … Continue reading At My Happiest.
Composting will soon become the fashion statement of the gardener. Darling, you will simply be a nobody, a non-gardener, a pretender if you are not making your own compost. My local garden club committee is well ahead of the curve, recognises the need to be avant-garde (avant-garden?) in all matters horticultural and, to ensure all … Continue reading The Dirt on Gardening!