I’ve always wanted a greenhouse – ever since I saw Hugh of River Cottage use his as a sauna I thought it would be a marvelous addition to my garden, not only for my poor plants that suffer through our diabolical winter* but also for myself, who has to suffer through our diabolical winter*. I would gladly put up with the indignities of frizzy hair if it meant being able to sit in a hot, humid cube of sweaty, planty loveliness whilst giving the finger to the cold winter weather on the outside.
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I Got a Greenhouse!
Homage to The Pink House
Once upon a time, in a land far far away from the rest of the world, there was a castle – a pink castle known affectionately by its residents as The Pink House – and in that castle, amongst the ever changing cast of characters that resided there for one night or one hundred nights, there lived a Crazy Man in room 9 and a Crazy Lady in room 6.
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Roadtrip 2011 Part 2: Green Desert, Lots of Lakes and the Most Boring Tour in the World
With bellies full of damper and spirits fortified by proper Italian coffee (I may be willing to sleep on the ground but I can not start my day without proper coffee, and so the moka pot gets to go on holidays as well) we pealed out of Hay and headed west to Mildura, a town on the Mighty Murray River, known for it’s grape production, and more importantly, it’s wine production.
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Things My Mum Says
Back in the olden days, when I was a lean mean dancing machine, I would stare critically at myself in the mirror, searching for fat rolls or cellulite or some random bulge that would ruin the line of my leotard. I would bend over to the side, grabbing for the roll of skin that would form and moan like I meant it to my Mum. I’m so fat! I would whine. Look, Mum, look at all my fat!
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I’m Stylin’
And not just in my head! The delightful Bub over at I’d Like To Hold a Tarantula has deemed me a worthy recipient of the Stylish Blogger Award.
After I finished laughing, I changed out of my trackie daks, and along with sprucing myself up, I gave the blog a makeover as well.
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A Wee Tour of England
Crazy Car Man and I had a wee whirlwind tour of Merry ole Tingland this weekend just gone. It was lovely weather, sunny with just a hint of cloud, a little sun shower followed by a rainbow, and a frisky little breeze. Without a doubt shorts and t-shirt weather.
Sounds pretty much like a February weekend in England, right?
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The Good, The Sad and The Freaky
I would love to be a lady of the land – in much the same way that I’d love to be the lady who ate all the pies – but in both instances I don’t think my heart could handle the strain.
Farming is for the strong and for the gamblers. Or maybe the ability to gamble comes first and the strength is merely a subsidiary skill. Either way, so much of the process is left, quite literally, in the hands of someone else. In this instance, Ma N, who we all know is going through a bit of a tanty phase. And my goodness, is she not screwing up a lot of livelihoods right now?
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2010 Round Up
2010 was an absolute corker of a year. This garden malarkey sunk it’s teeth in with a vengeance and quite suddenly I was looking at the world with new eyes. I fell off a motorbike and got married in a Lahu hilltribe ceremony, I fell off a step and discovered Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall, I got a new job and found a new career. And I grew loads of plants, battled snails and weeds, contended with Mother Nature’s temper tantrums, experimented madly, got things badly wrong and occasionally got them right.
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Bloated and Seedy
No, not me. I know it’s the season of over-indulging, but I’m at work until Wednesday and so can’t really indulge in an ‘over’ kind of way until then. Ask me at the end of the week, though, and my description of myself may more resemble the above. Or I may just be too bloated to get off the floor to answer the question.
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Garlic Snails
I know that a plate of snails swimming in garlic butter is a delicacy in some countries, and it is something I do plan to try at least once in my life – merely as payback for the things of mine they have eaten – and while I knew that garlic and snails went together really well, I didn’t know they went together really well.
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