When I was 17 I worked in an old people’s home. I made a lot of tea and encountered a lot of bodily fluids. Perhaps I made too much tea. It was a sad place, surrounded by people stained by time and regret. None of us wanted to be there; not me, not them. Though at the time, sloshing commodes for half the minimum … [Read more...]
plant your ride
10/05/2013 By 3 Comments
The issue of my seedlings taking over the kitchen has become a something of a thorny topic. Unhusband is not impressed that we are living in a makeshift nursery – or that we can no longer get to the dishwasher. But then it struck me. The perfect greenhouse was sitting right outside the house in the form of my trusty dodgy … [Read more...]
losing the plot in April
30/04/2013 By 7 Comments
It was always going to be a challenge - three kids and an allotment. Not to mention the vagaries of the Spring weather and the general, well, Italianess of Unhusband. As usual for April, the only real success so far is the rhubarb, which is sprouting faster than I can in drench it in caster sugar. But I can't take … [Read more...]
