Friday being Martyn’s birthday, we had barbecued steak for lunch, a snooze and then a night at the theatre: 42nd Street at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane. Lots of familiar songs, of course, but also fantastic dances and lavish sets. Thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
We contented ourselves with some gentle gardening and housework over the weekend. Gentle because we are both still in the throes of man flu, coughing and sneezing rather extravagantly. One gets fed up of it after six or seven weeks. Still, we got to sit out the garden work this morning. Neighbouring farmer David comes round once a year to trim our hedges, and was here today to do his usual excellent job at 40% of the figure his competitors charge.
A run of fine days lately, so we’ve potted up some containers with bulbs and polyanthus, brought on from plug plants. That allowed me to clear out one of the cold frames, but it is now full again with penstemon and cistus cuttings, potted up individually this afternoon. We ought with luck to be able to replace some of the leggy old parent plants once they have flowered in the spring. One of my German conversation group friends came round this afternoon to return part 2 of the lawnmower we’d lent her, so she went off with a few cuttings: she is currently populating a new garden, and likes penstemons, ce qui tombe bien.
Today is our twelfth wedding anniversary. No big plans, since we’re still coughing and sneezing, and in any case have had more than our fair share of gallivanting lately: we’ll barbecue some sirloins again for supper, and just enjoy each other’s company.
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