I have two posts planned for today. One is about sport (again) and this is the other. So far I have taken Julia to work, checked emails and comments and wasted twenty minutes playing a browser game. I have then sorted out a pile of books (mainly in the pile I want to keep), added 19 poems to the list of published poems which I am trying to update. It doesn’t seem like it should be hard work, but it feels like it. I’m ready for a cup of tea and a break. Instead, I thought I’d have a cup of tea and a change of pace. They say a change is as good as a a rest, but I’m not convinced.
Blackberries are doing well again this year.
Soon I will have to do some form filling and official letter writing. Now that we are moving there is a growing list of things that need to be done. I have had to admit defeat on the old printer. I don’t know how Julia manages to wreck printers but, like my good kitchen knives, she has a malign influence on the things. Let her use a perfectly good knife, and she can blunt it in one use. I never seem to get the edge back properly. Same goes for printers. She hardly uses them, partly because she always asks me to print stuff off for her, but when she does print, trouble ensues.
In the meantime I will walk round a bit, have a cup of tea and wash up. It’s a bit like painting the Forth Bridge – no sooner have you washed up than you start cooking and make more washing up. Sometimes I wonder if it would just be easier to buy more plates.
Greengages have cropped well to say we have one tree in a pot. Plums are looking promising too.
I hope the whinge helped
It helps me. Whether it prov ides an uplifting experience for my readers is a different matter. Unfortunately I lack the Pollyanna Gene. Or even the Wilkins Micawber Gene. I’m more Marvin the Paranoid Android.
I know what you mean about how quickly the day seems to pass even when you are doing nothing in particular. Washing up is never ending.
Self-cleaning plates – why do sci-fi series never feature them? We can travel beyond the speed of light, converse with aliens and maintain cities in space, but we can’t invent a self-cleaning plate? Pah!
In Star Trek Voyager the plates go back into the replicator. The ultimate self-cleaning plate!
I will watch more closely next time. I missed that.
Those blackberries look so good. How nice to have them. Good luck with the printer. Too funny about the knives.
The printer is currently ck at the depot for some reason. No explanation. The blackberries have been very good this year. I’m embarking on a knife sharpening project. Giving them a bit of a sharpen when I have a few spare minutes waiting for the kettle to boil. I may have to get my whetstone out, but I.m never confident with it.
Love the blackberries but I think you’e used the same photograph before.
I have indeed used the picture before. However, we do pick new blackberries every year. 🙂