I’ve repeated to myself that July and August are for enjoying the garden; time to relax and do very little work. This year, I’m busier
I’d be very tempted to rob a Salvia or two late some night. I’d have several beers or wine beforehand so that I’d be able to plead insobriety if brought before the District Court judge!
So, it’s finally finished, except for the unfinished bits. Three weeks, an unplanned deadline and a second inside-the-house tiling job all combined to make it a time to abandon the bike.
Much has been happening out back. The potatoes blighted, Sweet Peas just keeled over quietly and the begonias sulked for overwatering. On a positive note, everything else is doing really well, and I’m content to overlook the disappointments.
“Flying it” is a compliment given to a cyclist who is clearly very fit. Another phrase used is “going well”. Sounds understated, but equally complimentary. Both phrases are never used to describe oneself.
It started with a few Guinness last weekend. Offers were made and accepted. A table and chairs set would change ownership and be delivered without