It was Number One Son Christopher's birthday today. Twenty nine he was. 29!!! Blimey. And tomorrow it is Kayleigh's birthday and she will be five. 5!!! Crumbs.
And also, out in Texas, it will be Deanna's birthday, so 'Happy Birthday, Deanna, my American blogging chum - hope it's a good 'un!' There will be cake and nibbles in the Fanny Craddock Dining Hall at three p.m if you fancy to drop by!
And amongst all the birthday shenanigans this weekend there has also been the start of the 'Growing Stuff' season here at Much Malarkey Manor. I think last year I was in mini-mourning for the demise of our allotment - work commitments and all that jazz - so not much got grown beyond a spot of salady stuff. But this year - well, we may not have acres, our space may be small, but I am determined to grow more stuff.
Andy and I were in the garden first thing this morning eyeing up our little space. I refreshed the pots out front with primroses on Friday, so the front garden is looking cheerful. Out the back the area devoted to the herb garden is looking especially good but there are a couple of spaces.
'Bean wigwams,' I said. 'And tomatoes, cucumbers, rocket and basil in the greenhouse.'
'And pots and boxes all along the fence for stuff that grows well in pots and boxes,' said Andy. The fence in question is sheltered and catches sun for most of the day. Stuff will grow well there. We're thinking carrots, beetroot, lettuce, possibly a single courgette plant because we all know about courgettes, don't we, and bok choi, radish and sunflowers.
The two gooseberry bushes that I thought were dead are not because there are many green leaves appearing. There are leaf buds also on the apple tree. All good.
We went back inside at this point of the planning committee meeting because it was a tad chilly and crumpets and Marmite were a-calling, and then we stayed inside to plant some seeds which wasn't probably the best gardening idea on account of the mess we made but then the good thing about sowing seeds in the kitchen is that all the cleaning up accoutrements are on hand.
I sowed pansy, marigold, dianthus, cornflower, nasturtium and calendula which means, hopefully, I shall have a lovely bunch of flowers in a few months' time AND they are all flowers that can be eaten. Andy sowed six varieties of chilli pepper of varying degrees of hotness which means he'll be having boiling head issues in a few months' time. I shan't. I can't be doing with spicy food. Chris's birthday dinner this evening consisted of an Indian takeaway. Except for me. I had pizza. I have decided that it is time for me to reject things I don't really like but have tolerated in the pasg for the sake of fitting in with the wishes of others. And that includes eating Indian (and Chinese) food. I don't enjoy it and therefore I shall never eat it again.
The seeds are now in the propagator on the kitchen window sill and as soon as they are up and running it'll be time to get the basil started.
Now - the quilt. Don't tell anyone but the front of the quilt is almost complete. Quilt wrangling is building up my biceps a treat. I am fast approaching the point where decisions about wadding 'n' backing will need to be made. And borders. I never envisaged a border, but now I am approaching the finishing line I am thinking more and more that a border will be in order, if only for the poetry.
It's not been a great week but sunshine, sowing and sewing have got me through it. There's a lot more sunshine, sewing and sowing to come.
And that can only be a good thing!