Old friends Imogen and Jonathan here yesterday for lunch. We met in the street I used to live in, and where Jonathan rented a tiny room. They now eke out a living on 13 acres in East Sussex, running livery stables, keeping sheep, pigs and hens and growing their own vegetables. That's in between chauffeuring their five daughters to and from school etc.
Thursday's post brought an eye-watering estimate for the replacement of the boiler, so we may just make the one we've got soldier on a bit longer. I'm all for reducing consumption and emissions, but not at any price! The government scrappage voucher wouldn't even pay the VAT, and it would take more years than I've got to break even on fuel savings. We'll perhaps see whether we can pare away some of the extras - and inflated margins.
Meanwhile, my baby plants are popping up enthusiastically on the window ledges. At this rate, I'll be potting up gerberas by the end of next week. No signs yet from the antirrhinum or lobelia seeds, but the one bought and three saved batches of rudbeckia seed are all starting to germinate - with one of last year's saved lots in a clear lead. The seed sown in the conservatory are not yet showing any signs of life - it's that bit colder out there. So the next question is how to get some of Immy and Jon's inexhaustible supply of muck back here without polluting the car for months to come?
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