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This morning I very carefully locked the doors, very carefully put the key in my handbag, very carefully checked that all the windows were closed, very carefully checked that the door was latched properly when I walked out... And realised that I had not (very carefully) picked up my handbag on the way out.
Some days I really think I should drink my coffee before I leave the house and ignore the fact that my tummy doesn't like it.
Fortunately, the new neighbours to the east of us were awake and have a phone book, as I can't remember Bastard's parents' new-ish number (it is, after all, in the phones' memories). So Bastard's brother, who is down from London to attend two weddings and catch up with many people in the meantime, wandered past with the spare keys and dropped me off at work on his way to his parents-in-law's house. I got garden watering done whilst waiting.
One of the tomatoes is nearly ready - the pear-shaped tomatoes I planted appear to be very early and coping very well on only hand-watering. The yellow one is probably over fruiting (must remember to get it again if they taste good) and the red one is the one that has an almost ready fruit (well, the label said they were early). The lemon tree appears to be setting fruit for the first time, the young peach has one fruit, the apricots ought to be harvestable starting within a week, and the old peach is happily beginning to drop unripe fruit. I really must clean out my parent's old juicer to use up some of the oranges on our tree - they last used it to make pate, and although they cleaned it out well at the time, that was something like twenty years ago and it's been sitting in the cupboard and then the shed ever since.
Some days I really think I should drink my coffee before I leave the house and ignore the fact that my tummy doesn't like it.
Fortunately, the new neighbours to the east of us were awake and have a phone book, as I can't remember Bastard's parents' new-ish number (it is, after all, in the phones' memories). So Bastard's brother, who is down from London to attend two weddings and catch up with many people in the meantime, wandered past with the spare keys and dropped me off at work on his way to his parents-in-law's house. I got garden watering done whilst waiting.
One of the tomatoes is nearly ready - the pear-shaped tomatoes I planted appear to be very early and coping very well on only hand-watering. The yellow one is probably over fruiting (must remember to get it again if they taste good) and the red one is the one that has an almost ready fruit (well, the label said they were early). The lemon tree appears to be setting fruit for the first time, the young peach has one fruit, the apricots ought to be harvestable starting within a week, and the old peach is happily beginning to drop unripe fruit. I really must clean out my parent's old juicer to use up some of the oranges on our tree - they last used it to make pate, and although they cleaned it out well at the time, that was something like twenty years ago and it's been sitting in the cupboard and then the shed ever since.
