My apologies, I have been neglectful of this blog which is a bit rude: especially after all that “Oh wow. I have been doing this for six years” stuff in which I indulged last time we met. I have been
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Posts categorized under ‘gardening’
“Plink, Plink” Said The Plump Usher
Daffodils On The Quarterdeck
My life for the past week has mostly been spent in waiting rooms. Train waiting rooms used (many years ago before most of you were born) to be very comfortable with roaring coal fires and little shops that sold tea
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The Key To A Distant Parallelogram
Yesterday, I creosoted the doors to a barn. I realise that, as opening sentences, this is not up there with the classics. Nowhere near “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins”(i) or “He – for there could be
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Around the Ragged Rascal the Rugged Rugmaker Romped
What-ho. I have returned from Gardeners World Live at the NEC Birmingham. I was there for five days and I have the following to report…. I have hosted forty theatre sessions and one birthday party for Gardeners world Magazine I
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“Plums” Yelled The Admiral “Bring Me Plums”
I am sitting in the Novotel at Grand Designs, well not exactly at Grand Designs but very close. There are a number of interesting things happening at the show including the customary handsome display of hot tubs. I am running
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The Flipchart Was Erected On Dangerously Sloping Ground
This month is so busy as to be simply ridiculous. It is probably all my own fault. If ever you see a blue-arsed fly rushing around please look away as the arse in question is very probably mine. As a
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Purveyors of the Finest Fettucine Tiaras
I have returned from Asia. It has been a whole month since I last wrote (or even looked at) this Blog which feels quite weird. We are slowly getting reacquainted: she (this blog) is a bit miffed about the neglect
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Parallax On The 17:22 From Paddington
You know those days when one thing tips the whole day into chaos? I suppose it is inevitable really: a cross between Rabbie Burns(i) and the Butterfly flapping its pesky wings above the forests of Brazil. I spend quite a
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The Lightbulbs Were Made Of Spun Sugar
Everything is a bit frantic because, and I may not have mentioned this before, I am going on the longest holiday I have had since I was about 22 (when life was just one long holiday spent loafing about smoking
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“To Burp,Perchance To Dream” Declaimed The Vulgar Hamlet
It has been an important week round here. So what is so important ? I will tell you. Last weekend was one of the most important weekends of the year. It was New Marmalade Weekend (Hooray!). Now, I must make
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