Rant

OK, so I've cooked dinner, right? And OK, I haven't done the dishes and they're starting to pile up. But I've cooked, and I've picked up the junk mail my SO dropped in the entryway when he came in, and washed the clothes, and hung them out, and started another load, and swept the kitchen floor (badly needed it, hasn't been done since the last time I noticed I was wearing shoes to cook in so's not to get stuff on my feet), cleared all the stuff off of my dressing table that SO has left there for months (clearing using the method "Do we want this? No? Bin! Yes? Away!"), dusted said dressing table, moved all my medications from my bedside table where I keep putting books on top of them, AND THEN I am informed in an offhand manner by my SO that he hates living in a pigsty. ALRIGHTY THEN, if you feel so damn strongly DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!

Believe me I'm much calmer about this incident now than I was a couple of days ago when it happened.

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And in other news, I am officially a destroyer of plants via the refusing to water them over summer method. The mandarine tree is trying to cark it, one hibiscus _may_ reshoot and the hydrangea is definitely dead.

Although the batch of lettuce seedlings I planted a week ago are growing nicely. Only one of the 22 has died so far, and I did'nt really expect a seedling that I'm planting out at less than a centimetre tall (1.5 including the roots) to live. But for the half punnet left over from Dad's planting I reckon 21 live plants is damn good.

The golden nugget pumpkins that I've been ignoring over the last month or two of 30 degree heat are flowering (right on schedule), and it rained today, so I'll have to hand propagate, probably.

But the rain is a good thing, we were down to less than a quarter of the tank.