RTBC ... collected 4 very pretty Bantam hens today as a gift to my 90 year old neighbour, will surprise her in the morning. Have two job interviews next week; one at a lovely school (term time only so plenty of time in the garden), the other a second interview for a 60k job. My confidence is on the up 😷😷😁😁
Whatever, the view from my comfy fireside chair is priceless...my lovely Hootie and her five puppies 🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕
Wishing you all the luck in the world with your interviews @sam bevington. Good news for you too @Liriodendron , although most people would think it isn't! At least you can amend plans, and save yourself more disappointment later on.
My RTBCs are always simple ones - watching the blackbirds stripping berries, a double rainbow yesterday, a big rook preening himself on a fence with his big rooky beak, the little mouse seen on the wildlife camera drinking from the water dish, and old Dave coming for his grub at the back door. We all need to hang onto those little things as much as we can "where's me lunch then?"
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Spending the day at Wisley with hardly anyone there. Coming home with our three year old who wants to rake the leaves in the garden and his 17m old sister who discovers there's still a handful of raspberries to be had off our Polka canes.
We are still picking the summer rasberries, too, I love the leaves, we took the dogs out, I said to Hubby, I want to run through them and kick them all up! RTBC, it's ridiculously mild here, 16c overnight, so not having to waste money on heating, bit wet and windy. The trees have only just started turning, here, picking dahlias,cosmos for indoors.Ordered some Autumn Bliss Rasberry canes, and 3 pretty bare root roses.
Not quite sure which thread this should go on, Curmudgeon or Covid or here ... but it makes me laugh, so here will have to do
The wonderful Pam Ayres' Ode to Coronavirus
I'm normally a social girl I love to meet my mates But lately with the virus here We can't go out the gates You see, we are the 'oldies' now We need to stay inside If they haven't seen us for a while They'll think we've upped and died They'll never know the things we did Before we got this old There wasn't any Facebook So not everything was told We may seem sweet old ladies Who would never be uncouth But we grew up in the 60s - If you only knew the truth! There was sex and drugs and rock 'n roll The pill and miniskirts We smoked, we drank, we partied And were quite outrageous flirts Then we settled down, got married And turned into someone's mum, Somebody's wife, then nana, Who on earth did we become? We didn't mind the change of pace Because our lives were full But to bury us before we're dead Is like a red rag to a bull! So here you find me stuck inside For four weeks, maybe more I finally found myself again Then I had to close the door! It didn’t really bother me I'd while away the hour I'd bake for all the family But I've got no flaming flour! Now Netflix is just wonderful I like a gutsy thriller I'm swooning over Idris Or some random sexy killer At least I've got a stash of booze For when I'm being idle There's wine and whiskey, even gin If I'm feeling suicidal! So let's all drink to lockdown To recovery and health And hope this awful virus Doesn't decimate our wealth We'll all get through the crisis And be back to join our mates Just hoping I'm not far too wide To fit through the flaming gates!
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Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
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Whatever, the view from my comfy fireside chair is priceless...my lovely Hootie and her five puppies 🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕
Good news for you too @Liriodendron , although most people would think it isn't! At least you can amend plans, and save yourself more disappointment later on.
My RTBCs are always simple ones - watching the blackbirds stripping berries, a double rainbow yesterday, a big rook preening himself on a fence with his big rooky beak, the little mouse seen on the wildlife camera drinking from the water dish, and old Dave coming for his grub at the back door. We all need to hang onto those little things as much as we can
"where's me lunch then?"
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
A counter word from Kingsley Amis
When life is mostly toil and labour
Two things see you through:
chortling when it hits your neighbour
and whinging when it’s you,
Schadenfreude ... one of the few perks at the moment
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.