Adventures (FAVO) in the Big Blue Room.
I dunno about elsewhere, but in the the Bristol aerial it has been blue of sky and jolly warm once the day got going.
For a set of entirely non-rational reasons, I have been putting off cleaning out the shed for a number of years. Today I, er, stopped doing that and we piled several dead monitors, flayed PC cases and expired printers into the car and thence into the receptacles provided by the pleasant sorts at Bristol council. That just leaves about the same amount again of computer kit for the next trip. Although the remaining monitors are all > 20" devices and my back was several years younger when I hoofed them in there the first time.
One of the (many) things In The Way in the shed is one of these things, which is yet another item in the list of lovely but impractical presents from the parent(s). Since it remained bright and warm out, I had no useful excuse[1] not to charge up the cordless drill and set to building it. And, once it was built, it seemed a bit rubbish not to dig several buckets of well-rotted from the composter, and then finish off the job by transferring the contents of a couple of the recycling bags that I've been using for planting things.
The coriander, which I had previously failed to grow and which is alleged to be severely frost-averse, seems to continue to grow for spite. It obviously likes deep soil and being pointedly ignored. I grubbed out half of it and still have more than enough to run a busy curry-house for the thick end of a Bradford bank holiday.
My hands still pong of it, too. Mmmm. Coriander. I am also a bit worn out. Funny how the big manual gardening jobs happen at the start of the season when you're flabby and out of practice.
[1] The potentially useful excuse is being on call. Not a peep out of the phone. It was probably knackered after a prolonged peeping session last evening.
For a set of entirely non-rational reasons, I have been putting off cleaning out the shed for a number of years. Today I, er, stopped doing that and we piled several dead monitors, flayed PC cases and expired printers into the car and thence into the receptacles provided by the pleasant sorts at Bristol council. That just leaves about the same amount again of computer kit for the next trip. Although the remaining monitors are all > 20" devices and my back was several years younger when I hoofed them in there the first time.
One of the (many) things In The Way in the shed is one of these things, which is yet another item in the list of lovely but impractical presents from the parent(s). Since it remained bright and warm out, I had no useful excuse[1] not to charge up the cordless drill and set to building it. And, once it was built, it seemed a bit rubbish not to dig several buckets of well-rotted from the composter, and then finish off the job by transferring the contents of a couple of the recycling bags that I've been using for planting things.
The coriander, which I had previously failed to grow and which is alleged to be severely frost-averse, seems to continue to grow for spite. It obviously likes deep soil and being pointedly ignored. I grubbed out half of it and still have more than enough to run a busy curry-house for the thick end of a Bradford bank holiday.
My hands still pong of it, too. Mmmm. Coriander. I am also a bit worn out. Funny how the big manual gardening jobs happen at the start of the season when you're flabby and out of practice.
[1] The potentially useful excuse is being on call. Not a peep out of the phone. It was probably knackered after a prolonged peeping session last evening.