In the decorative department, I potted up some dozens of pansy plug plants yesterday, so must remember to keep them watered. A lot of the plants in the containers are getting past their best, though the fuchsias in the hanging baskets are doing pretty well.
My geranium cuttings have been disappointing this year, so it’ll be time for new stock in the spring, if I’m spared.
While Martyn was picking apples, I was down at the local repair café, getting a pair of secateurs overhauled. I’ve wittered on plenty in the past about this wonderful institution, and make no apology for returning to the subject. Even if you only want to drop in for a cup of tea, it’s a great place to catch up with friends old and new. One surprise was to meet the organiser of our u3a German conversation group, who had brought in a VHS recorder for repair. Why, one asks? Surely this is a case of Auntie’s good gramophone?
But make no mistake: the volunteers who offer clock and bike repairs, tool sharpening and so much else are without exception likeable and friendly people.
Likewise our u3a friends. Our computer group normally meets at a tennis club in town, but since the key holder couldn’t come, and the rain excluded tennis, the clubhouse remained stubbornly shut. Organiser Eryll gamely invited us all to her place, where we had a pretty good conversation, despite the awful congestion of Disgustedville traffic.
Well, what to make of this week’s news? I think it’s best I leave it to the Rory & Alistair podcast, The Rest is Politics. But I’ll just say it’s a great shame that Angela Rayner has dropped such a resounding bollock. She is - was - one of the best front bench advocates for HM Government, and her rise to high office from very difficult origins is a tribute to her energy and commitment. I hope she’ll be back.
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