Yes, those detestable polyestables have arrived safely with Princess in Australia.
* pauses while the entire Northern Hemisphere gives a collective sigh of relief *
Although, much to Princess's consternation, those pesky 'Shorts caused a commotion with the Empress's partially domesticated gnomes. Read all about it here.
In the mean time, I've updated TFGES Travel Map:
As it's only a couple of months away, I thought I'd better get prepared for the annual Infomaniac Garden Photos Event.
I'm going back to my roots this year (no pun intended) in having only a back passage to bring forth into luxuriant green growth. From 1998 to 2008, I lived in a small rented terrace house with only a concreted passageway with which to call the shots in plant wise. There was a back lawn and paysho*, and a paved & gravelled front, but these were generally maintained by the landlord, so I made do with gardening in pots. As you can see below:
Then, in 2009, I moved in with my SP** in his large-gardened semi-detached property and suddenly had a whole, proper garden (front and back) to contend with. Here are some photos from our time together:
After we parted in September last year (anything but acrimoniously), I moved in with my sister, Inexcuseable DeVice (maiden name, as she's married). As she and her husband maintain their front and rear, I have been instructed to "do something out the back door as I hate seeing all that concrete!" So, I've made a start and I'm hoping it'll turn out something like my original back passage as the year progresses:
As you can see, the plants are coming on nicely. The top photo is from a month ago, and the bottom one from the other day. Roll on August!
* Because I find the word patio vulgar.
** For those who don't know, or have forgotten, this is an SP.
I wandered into Cromer last Saturday to find something suitable to send to Princess along with The Freakin' Green Elf Shorts.
As it was a 20 minute walk into town, I decided to stop first at my favourite little cafe, Huckleberries, to recoup and gather myselves for the chore of shopping. I took a seat in the window with a coffee and a piece of their exquisite chocolate fridge cake and gazed out at the passers by.
After only a few minutes, I found myself captivated by a good-looking young man with some sort of backpack who walked towards the bus stop. I couldn't help but stare as he strode past; he was tall, slender but broad of shoulder, with a small head and enormous boots! He disappeared for a few minutes just around the corner, but my light stalking persistence paid off as he returned and walked back the way he'd come from. He had very short hair, almost a skinhead if not for the slightly longer hair on the top of his head, and a nice but serious face. In fact, he looked like he could be a bit rough. If required...
Anyway, I saw him again the next day as I was driving through Cromer with Inexcuseable and her husband. He was on his bike heading the wrong way down a one way street right at me!
Perhaps this means something?
* Sigh... OK, then. Treat it as a euphemism if you must.
