Value?

I was so knackered after yesterday's (mercifully this year's last) day's interviewing that I (a) left my laptop charger behind in the interview room (not for the first time), and (b), enticed by the £1.16.9 diesel price in Ditton on the way home, started filling up before I registered that the pump concerned only delivered the 10p/l dearer variety.  Bought £6.04 worth.  So, it was off to Sainsbury's this morning to complete the job.   

While there, I went into the supermarket and bought a couple of packets of the excellent Speldhurst sausages.  Enquired of cashier whether there was anything to come back on the loyalty points.  'Yes, £5!'  Said sausages coming to £5.20, it was a jingling cash transaction, accompanied by mild glee.  But then, grumpy old git mode took over as usual.  Question 1.  How many hundreds have we spent in order to get a fiver off a couple of packets of bangers?  Numerous.  Question 2. Four bob for a dozen bangers?  Maybe OK in 1959.

Recovering a sense of proportion (and resignation, I guess), I've fiddled a little in the garden today.  The spuds are growing very well, and are now earthed up, watered in, and located close to the watering machine, which just needs now to be set up.  The tall bags ought to yield more than our big pots, so it'll be interesting to compare their crops: two seed potatoes in each bag; three in each pot.  The rockets are living up to their name, the charlottes are reticent, and the maris peers somewhere in between.  I read somewhere that Sharp's Express is the best for growing in containers: anyone tried them?  In the decorative department, the cherries are starting to blossom, the daffodils are done, and the narcissi are starting to go over.  The aquilegias are full of buds, and the spiraeas are flowering. 

Surprised at absence of comment on the election campaign?  Don't be.