So it’s January at Casa Purbeck, the husband is currently obsessed with searching for VAG on the internet, this is not as heinous as it may seem, the car is coughing (possibly due to the car equivalent of moldy hay, the whole fuel crisis earlier {remember that???} was most likely petrol firms trying to get shot of out of date fuel….) and he’s deep deep deep in the internet tracking down Volkswagen Audi Group (VAG – someone must have told them, surely???) computer codes, for a car that’s nearly as old as I am (which is pretty old, even older than normal as it was my birthday just a few days ago).
I’ve not posted for ages, no excuses, just couldn’t be bothered most likely and time has been an issue for the last few months. I have a couple of days holiday, and the whole husband desperately hunting VAG thing has been making me laugh and that made me want to share (His last search was… VAG Flange Ring Blow Off, quite how that didn’t result in a list of people with dubious underwear is beyond me, but no, just a list of car parts!).
I may be 51 years old, but I am, nonetheless a perpetual teenager, Mr C and I embarked on an adventure (anything that involves actually leaving the property is an adventure these days) to get our booster shots not long ago, I couldn’t get mine because my blood is faulty and the shot might have killed me, we got hopelessly lost on the way home (I was grumpy and hungry) until we passed through a village called The Butts (I am not making this up, I promise), that cheered me right up all the way home (when we eventually became unlost), thinking what I’d call a house if we lived in The Butts….
Much has changed since last I dropped my insane ramblings upon you all, I have changed my job (due to being quite old, I have a severely limited ability for putting up with other peoples crap, and didn’t fancy working for a sociopath any longer) and Mr C no longer has one at all, and as far as I can make out is being courted by people all over the world trying to tempt him with money and promises and puppies (If someone offers him a pony, that’s the job he’s taking!).
Segway into ponies.. They’re fine, fat, happy and up to their knees in mud, this last 6 months have been oddly free of any pony drama (you know, apart from the day-to-day trying to murder me, murder each other, murder the farrier, escaping and running away, eating plastic (Louis) and giving me heart palpitations because they’re sleeping on their back with feet in the air (Rosie) type of drama).
Sadly, little Maggie has not had a drama free year, she has a heart problem, she needed a couple of rushed appointments with the vet for chest drains and other procedures that led to her having a rather alarming pattern of shaved bits (any shaved pussy comments will result in a lifetime ban). She’s stabilised now, but is having twice daily medications to keep her ticking over. Mags has been with us for 9 years now, and for about 6 of those, she was shy, terrified and insecure, these days, she could care less, she owns everything, all people are her slaves and shall provide mozzarella and pets, should she choose to accept them (good girl Mags!!!)
What am I growing??? Pretty much everything, onions, shallots and garlic are already in and sprouting nicely, potatoes are on order and will be chitting in the conservatory within a few weeks, as far as seeds go, so far we’ve got (take a deep breath) aquilegia, broccoli, Brussel sprouts, cabbage, celeriac, chilis, cornflowers, cosmos, cucumbers, gherkins, lupins, lobelia, poppies, peppers, sweet-peas, tomatoes (many, many varieties) and rounded off with the amazing zinnia. The next round of seed planting will be in a month or so.
This years “never grown that, how hard can it be?” contender, is samphire, lets just hope it turns out more successful than last years “NGTHHCIB” newcomer, Loofa’s – which turned into a soggy, mildewy mess that ended up in the composter.
This vague and rambling nonsense is by way of kickstarting me in to writing regularly again, which will, I hope, get me back out into my sorely neglected gardens, fingers in the soil which is where I find my happy place.
Although it’s midwinter, the garden are still lovely…