Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Tuesday, 28 May 2013
Share my garden
Allow me to take you on a tour of the extensive and rolling grounds of the gardens on the estate of our compact but adorable city apartment.
Yes, the Night-Scented Stock seeds have been planted - about a month late due to late frosts up until now. The sticks and strings serve a dual purpose. They help keep the bloody pigeons off and they will - hopefully - keep the flowers up above cill height when they grow, so that some of the night perfume can be enjoyed by us inside, and not just the bloody pigeons outside.
I am a bit fragile this morning, because I popped into the pub for a quick drink yesterday, and was detained by one of the best Ska cover bands I have ever heard. I decided to buy a burger on the way home, but ended up having a classic, drunken rant at one of the poor blokes serving them, when he tried to add on a 'surcharge' simply because (I think) I cancelled an order for chips. I refused to pay £2.20 for a minuscule handful of extruded potato matter, and then I refused to pay the 'surcharge' for cancelling the chips, so I ended up going home hungry and angry - a bad combination, especially for Her Indoors.
I am turning into just the sort of old git that I used to laugh at when I was the same age as the bloke who didn't serve me the burger. It's all so horribly sad and predictable.