A couple of years ago Mark bought me 12 bags of Steer Manure (bullshit) for Valentine’s day and I couldn’t have been happier. I’d had dreams of planting a hedgerow in the backyard, so we couldn’t see into the neighbors. It’s quite a big space though, so budget only allowed for small hedge plants. Yet there is no greater love than a wee hedge plant has for steer manure. It is a horticultural Dr Zhivago, and now my hedgerow dream is a reality.
Weather report: tickly.
It’s been a bit of a weather obsessed blog of late but, in my defense, there has been actual real weather in The Valley this past few weeks and it’s unusual. Normally we just have: Hot. Frickin hot. Really frickin hot. Fuckit you’re on fire and ‘Gee it’s a bit misty’ . But this week, there’s not only been rain, but actual thunder and lightning as well.
First one of the year 😘
I do like names that can also be an instruction: Neil, Bob, Russell, Piers. Phil, Carry (and Grant - double whammy) Blanche, Chuck, Pat and Chase. No surprise at all then, that I should marry a guy called Mark. In life though, it’s Mark who likes the actual instructions. You know when you buy a new thing, he’s the guy who’ll actually read the booklet of instructions that come with it. (I mean, who actually does that?)
