I’m still not entire sure why my parents moved to France so suddenly and with so little thought or planning. Their old house is now worth well over twice what they got for it, they are going to struggle to move back to the UK and there is nothing that great about where they are – even the weather is just an extreme version of the UK weather
Yes it’s green and not at all built up, however buying anything – even basics, is a slog and it just seems rather a lot of work
I do hope they are happy, I’m just not sure that I would be if I were there…
Monday night sort of went to plan, in so far as I made dinner with enough leftovers for an easy lunch tomorrow, had home made crumble from the increasingly huge rhubarb bush in the garden and watched a film
The film was 2 hours and 32 minutes long, that rather eats the entire evening; yes I can stick the washing machine on to get through some of the laundry pile and yes I can fuss the cats – assuming they want fuss!
As there does seem to be a fixed trend towards films over 2 hours long I really must lean to knit so I can do something useful whilst still watching: the mother-in-law knits cute little octopus things for premature babies, which really should motivate me more!
However I’m ashamed to say that having heard problems about the local hospital’s stance on the octopus knits I’m probably more likely to be inspired by hats for cats!
The time I allocated to sort out this week’s posts and generally sort my week was eaten by having to hurriedly repot all the tomato and chilli seedlings as it transpires they cheap seed compost from Aldi is indeed very cheap however it’s also very heavy and had meant very stunted roots
Which is vexing, however it was very cheap and and was worth a try, however I am not buying it again!
YouTube was happily bouncing through videos and randomly put on The Prodigy’s ‘Firestarter’, the official video seems horribly dated now and exceedingly tame indeed – sort of like a mid-life crisis version of IT flailing around in a sewer tunnel trying desperately to have any shock value and to appeal to kids…
All he really needed was marshmallows and he’d have beating kids off with a stick… not that that’s entirely legal either…
Aldi had some funky tall pots that looked a good height (and weight) for the front of the house
Initially I bought some lovely red grasses that promised to be low-maintenance and evergreen: they went rotten absolutely rotten and black spotted with ick
So I’ve abandoned that plan and given into my husband’ pestering to get some box plants. I’ve never really liked box, it reminds me of overly formal planting. However I’ve promised to be more open minded if the box can be a topiary experiment – preferably something mildly obscene in shape
(Photo from Wisbech standard who also handily mention the possible public order offence)
The internet tells me that it will take a while (years) to get enough bush to meaningfully shape and that for now I should give the plants lots of feed and consider making a template or frame to help prune it once it gets big enough to look phallic
If all goes well I could start to like box after all