On the house buying and selling front, our buyer's surveyor is coming out next Tuesday but only because I got testy with waiting and intervened with my best strident Hyacinth Bucket telephone voice. It is the first time I have felt impatient with this moving malarkey and only because I had an inkling that something had broken down in the communications department, or, if not broken, then running with one wheel dangling off the wagon. Anyway, Lady Malarkey stuck her oar in and the wheels are back on proper track. All searches are well underway, the survey on Damson Cottage came back all tickety-boo, we have our mortgage papers and, once next Tuesday is over, I reckon we must be close to exchange of contracts.
The back garden is bursting into life; I am eyeing up the French Tarragon and wondering if I could get a bit of it into a pot and take it with me. I bought it about 4 years ago as a little sprig and now it is a substantial bushette. I put it in the ground which, apparently, I shouldn't have done because you're supposed to bring them in each Winter because they are tender. However, it has stoically survived a few Winters and this Spring is looking especially verdant. Maybe it is my pruning technique (!) maybe it is just luck and a sheltered position in the herb garden but that tarragon has got survival against the odds down to a fine art.
I shan't be taking any of the rosemary. It is an old plant, probably getting past its best now, plus last year I found some rosemary beetles on it (bastards) and it has got badly nibbled ends. I have some garden vouchers left over from Christmas - they are earmarked for a new rosemary.
Continuing to write my magazine column - have just sent off this month's article having almost forgotten the deadline was looming. A bit of a Douglas Adams moment this month - "I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they rush past" - or something like that, forgive my paraphrasing. I am looking forward to after the house move because I know it is then that I shall get back into writing 'proper' if you know what I mean. And I have been doing some embroidery, trying to keep up with my classes and almost succeeding.