Rules

We’re staying in except when we have to get supplies, confining shopping to what we need in the coming week.  Good job we don’t need flour, yeast, R-swipe, snotties or corned beef in the short term, then.  The roads were oddly quiet (except from some very loud potholes) when we went out today, and Fortnums was unusually quiet.  Maybe people are getting the hang of this.  Except for the idiots who insist on partying.

Pour passer aux chose sérieuses, three lots of washing have dried on the line today, and I found a packet of sweet olive tomato seeds at the nearby garden shop.  Former is unter Dach, and latter are sown.  Lots of flowering subjects are germinating in the the heated propagator, and it’s interesting to see that the rudbeckias I tried to harvest from different colours are germinating at different rates.  Or, of course, maybe not at all in some cases.  The tall cosmos seed I bought in Avignon last year have germinated quickly, alongside the tagetes seed saved from last year.

I spent a good hour in the garden yesterday, potting up and on a lot of subjects I’d been ignoring in the cold frame over the winter.  Red, pale pink and purple penstemons, plus lots of box cuttings.  At the front of the house, I had a go at all the shrubby and herbaceous subjects we planted after we had the poxy leylandii cut down.  We’re not for the moment violating next door’s airspace, but will need to keep an eye on things so that Annie’s lavenders may stand a chance.

I’d yet to find a reason to wish the Rt Hon First Lord of the Treasury long life and good health, until the nomination of his substitute in case of incapacity.