Film Editor Friend texts, is back from holiday, would i really like to help tend new, but overgrown, back garden? Yes, i really would.
realise then that gardening books either from The War, or are The Victorian Kitchen Garden, and that my previous gardening experiance confined to Digging Deep Holes In Soil, and killing houseplants. not one to let lack of expertise or killer touch hold me back, will sally forth with 1930s trowel and small red plastic beach spade. and insistance on need for water butt and compost heap, due to affectionate childhood memories in the large, victorian garden of my childhood, watching mosquito larvae wriggle in water butt, and miracling at the heat inside the soft grass clippings from enormous lawn, on the compost heat. also green, and money saving, but less compelling than (unhealthy?) desire to recreate my past.
weather continues cold and raining. it is england, one could not expect more, but hope weather perks up with freak heatwave soon, as due for two weeks' camping mid april, and dislike endless rain noise on tent and general soddenness.
as precaution booked emergency, alternate train tkt back option after a few days, following unforgettable gale force 8 storm camping 'holiday' on cornish cliff top two years ago- 'sorry, miss, but it'll cost £18,257 to change your ticket and travel back today'.
never. again.
bravo megatrain for your cheapness.
currently engaged in toture of listing things on ebay to sell- clears out rubbish, and funds purchase of shoes; win win.
reading 1924 schoolgirl's own annual. i love morcove. and old books. book on medieval civics, and alain de bottain- top of reading pile- def less fun, more baldy.
1930 shoes wanted, but half an inch too small. accidently bought anyway. i am beyond help.
You are Louise Brooks, and I claim my £5
ReplyDeletePlease keep posting. You seem to me to be one of the few people I can imagine having a beer with, in a pub that smells of woodsmoke and old leather, before a shared Marlboro light outside. Just before one investagates the Hound of Terror of Dartmoor/Bodmin etc - In cut glass accents, and well cut tweed suits. And cars where the door opens the "wrong" (meaning right) way. And where men wear hats and have manners .
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