Some v pleasant background noise emanating from the church in today’s Sunday Service. Switched it off now when vicar type (presumably – I dozed through the intro) got into his sermon but that was as much down to me getting up and going down for breakfast as any reflection on the listenability of the speech itself. Not talking about the content. Just the relaxation aspect.
Now downstairs and THG has already smashed an avocado in preparation for spreading it on sourdough toast. In fact she’s already eaten hers. I was going to say scoffed but I don’t think that would have been a fair representation of how THG consumes breakfast and I wasn’t in the room to observe the action anyway. I will add a chopped chilli to mine and fry three slices of streaky bacon as an accompaniment.
We spent much of yesterday with friends watching sport, eating and drinking. It is pleasing to report a huge improvement in the Welsh on pitch performance in Cardiff, albeit ultimately a loss to Scotland. Ditto the Irish walloping of Engerlund. Moreover Cardiff City lost 2 – 5 away at Prymuff and the Imps won 0 – 2 at Mansfield which brings them within a point of the Welsh side at the top of division three and ten points clear of nearest rivals Bolton Wanderers. You now don’t need to read the sports pages.
Today, if it is the will of god, I will make a start on building the THG requested raised beds in front of the kitchen window. In this case the god concerned is the god of gardeners. Many of you will now say “oh you mean Monty Don” but Monty is not the god I had in mind. Monty is the god of middle aged women gardeners. I am more likely to be referring to Percy Thrower of whom I only have vague recollections. Percy was the gardening trailblazer of his time and will almost certainly have built innumerable raised beds in career on the surface of the planet. As opposed to the cloud where he now sits in the presence of other members of the pantheon.
Outside the sky is blue. This is a natural feature we are unused to and it usually takes some time, eyes blinking, to reacclimatise ourselves to it. We are approaching the best time of year. Make sure you are well prepared for it. Your success during the growing season will determine how well you eat next winter. Let’s not talk about next winter. I know I started it but soon realised my mistake.
