By all accounts we have been lucky with the weather up here compared to what we left behind in Kent. On Thursday, for example, whilst my Kentish family and friends were swimming in flash flooding and dodging the thunderbolts and lightning, I was out in the garden all day, bathed in sunshine and adding to the weed mountain I am building next to the compost bins. We have three compost bins - apparently this is the optimum amount for compost building and turning, but they are being woefully inadequate in coping with the extraneous greenery I am excavating from the hedges and borders. Hence the emergency weed mountain which, as it composts down, I shall add to the official bins. It may all be accommodated by Christmas. It may not.
Anyway, some of the seeds I sowed a week ago are appearing - hurrah! The rocket is rocketing ahead, the radish are positively flushing with growth, the cucumbers are nosing above the compost and I think I can see some chard and possibly salad onions. But they could be weeds. I am keeping a VERY close eye. The squash and runner beans are still hiding. But we've been picking bowls of raspberries which is most exciting and I even think the birds have given up trying to get into the fruit cage, mostly because I go marching up there on a regular basis yelling, 'There had better not be any birds in that fruit cage!'
I say, 'we' but I really mean me as Andy has been incapacitated since Thursday, having been bitten by a cat with quite possibly the dirtiest mouth of germs in the Western world, possibly beyond. I know this because Andy's arm blew up to the size of a Zeppelin balloon and he has been unable to use it ever since, even to the point of having to wear jogging bottoms because he can't cope with the zip and button of standard trousers. We've spent several hours in various NHS walk-in centres and A & E on Friday morning when his arm looked worryingly streaky, and he has been tanked up on antibiotics and various painkillers. I have fashioned a sling from one of the many scarves I do not wear but which people give me as gifts because clearly they think I ought. I have also been extolling the virtues of TCP and maybe NOT being bitten by a cat again. Andy has been sitting with either a) his arm in the air or b) with a bag of frozen peas balanced on it like some squat knobbly green parrot. This has resulted in an excess of defrosted peas which I refuse to waste so I've been cooking them up and adding them to our meals where I can. Cheesy peas on toast for lunch anyone?
And then there was the referendum on Thursday. We went and voted at the crack of dawn, at the little village hall in the next village along. The voting officials there were about 87 years old, very chatty and clearly excited by the whole event. I voted to leave. I am full of positivity, hope and excitement at the changes this wonderful country faces - after all, I've just experienced a massive change myself by leaving Kent and moving to Damson Cottage and if I hadn't been brave enough to go for that change I'd still be sitting in Maidstone complaining about the traffic, the noise, the parking, the roadworks, the constant house building programme etc etc etc. You see - taking a chance and instigating something new can achieve better things and I truly believe that this will be the case for Britain away from the EU. I have to say though, that in the aftermath of the last couple of days I do not understand this petition that is doing the rounds calling for a second referendum because the Remain campaign didn't get the required result. How does that work then? Sounds a bit stampy tantrum and dummy spitting to me.
Finally, I got a fab present in the post yesterday, from my beautiful granddaughters...
Look at them! Aren't they gorgeous? I think the picture will go on the stairs so I can see it several times every day!
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