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!
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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