It looks like the boundary issue at the bottom of the garden has been solved. It’s cost me more than it should have done, and I feel I have been “beaten” in the negotiation, but on the other hand I have emerged with my dignity and I can now use my time for doing things I enjoy.
Well, to be honest, I do enjoy winding pompous people up, but after six months it grows stale. They probably think the same thing. I am now going to attempt to re-establish the wildlife habitat at the bottom of the garden. We had blackcaps breeding and a thriving colony of frogs. Now we have a clear view into the upstairs windows of the house on the slope below. That’s why we grew the big hedge in the first place – it’s very off-putting to look across and see a neighbour in a state of undress in their bedroom. I’d much rather see blackcaps.
I am going to grow blackthorn and hawthorn and am not sure what else. They will provide bird cover, thorny security and sloes, plus privacy and a windbreak (I am aiming for about six foot tall eventually, (though we may have moved by then). I may try to get one hawthorn to tree size to replace the one that the dickhead neighbour removed – we always had nesting birds in there.
We just had prunes for breakfast. With porridge. That will cause a few perturbations north of the border, where salt and misery are the only acceptable porridge seasonings. I did the Tinker. tailor rhyme and ran out of professions. Obviously my three surplus stones represented chicken farmer, antiques dealer and gardener in my declining career trajectory. Two more stones and I could have brought it up to date with shop assistant and poet.
It’s interesting to see there are other versions, though I do agree with A A Milne that there should be more professions represented.
That’s enough for now – off for a jolly day decluttering now…
Here, it is oatmeal with coconut oil, dates and/or raisins, and a sprinkling of wheat germ. Served with hot tea, of course.
Glad the fence issue is over, and I hope you can get your frog colony back again. 🙂
I’m still waiting to see what she does next, but am hoping it is going to go smoothly. 🙂
That’s more of a banquet than a breakfast!
It’s the most important meal of the day. 🙂
Unfortunately, I tend to view it as an obstacle to overcome before leaving the house. It’s the rat race…
You can put whatever you like in your porridge. I am not a porridge puritan and have salt in mine and honey on it. Scottish honey, of course.
Honey? And here was I thinking I’d never find a use for the word sybarite…
We live in the lap of luxury up here.
I’m beginning to realise that. For some reason I am troubled by a mental picture of tartan bees at the moment.
That is a troubling image. Try to relax and think of Boris Johnson instead, That should calm you down.
No, it’s not working…
Phew! Glad that’s settled. Your plans sound just lovely. I hope the blackcaps and the frogs come back. I know I’m just a silly Mainer, but I have all sorts of things in my oatmeal, our name for porridge. I put in blue berries, dried cherries, dried cranberries, and roasted pecans. Not all at the same time, of course, That would be too much. 😉 Finally, love how you can add poet to your career list. Has a thrilling sound.
Says the “highly successful YA author” – that has a pretty good ring to it too. I think we should put what we like in possidge (but see what TP says tonight! 🙂
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