Well, what are we going to talk about this week? We're still not allowed out to play so the running's limited to local routes only, although I have made an effort to scope out a few new footpaths in the local vicinity that I'd not been down before, and the cycling's in the same boat. It's a shame on both fronts, the weather this weekend's been ideal for getting in a few big miles, but rules are rules and some things are more important than playing out. I have managed a couple of hours on the allotment as part of my "daily exercise" and things are progressing well. The fruit cage is coming along nicely, with the majority of the sides now covered in netting, I just need to finish off the gate and then I can complete the sides. The net for the top is on order, along with another consignment of cable ties to fix it on, it's surprising how many I've got through for the sides and I guess the top will need just as many. The greenhouse is now in full "seed growing mode", with most of the veg now in and the summer bedding waiting to get pricked out into individual trays for growing on. That's the job I hate the most, it's fiddly and time consuming, I'd far rather be digging or wielding a big hammer, or doing just about anything else. It's always worth it in the end though, when, come the summer, the garden is in full bloom and you can sit back with a cold beer and survey your handy work with an air of satisfaction and contentment. That sitting down admiring the view never lasts long though, you just get comfy and then you notice some dead heading that needs doing or something that needs watering! I'm just going to leave this here and say why? It wasn't there when I ran past on Friday and today it is. Not only is it antisocial, ignorant and unnecessary, but we are supposed to be staying in and making essential journeys only. Was it really necessary to drive out into the countryside to dump your rubbish? I hope your testicles turn black and drop off!
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Paul PerrattOld enough to know better, young enough to still feel invincible, stupid enough to keep on trying the same thing again and again. Cyclist, Gardener, Runner, Hiker, Cook, Woodworker, Engineer, Jack of all trades and master of none, Anti social old git and all round miserable bugger. Archives
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