blackberries 22 August 2009
Nope, not the phones (at all, at all – as we Irish say in films…oh, alright, and SOMETIMES in Real Life too, especially if it will get a little chuckle out of someone) so not phones but the fruits. My mother slagged me off something rotten a while back because I let the wild brambles take hold majorly by one of the garden walls but today as I picked bowls full of the fab berries now mine for free I took time to feel a little smug – niiiice….
I cut the grass while I was out there and hacked back a plant that I hate and which has done eff all this season – speaking of which my lovely young husband (|still averse to helping in the garden) sat like a lump on the couch all day watching sport and was as eff all use to me as that plant that I KILLED. Well, he did actually do two (TWO!) good things for me today, but modesty prevents me from telling you what.
A quick reminder that the last JAM AND JERUSALEM is on BBC1 tomorrow night. For the second week running, in my present nincompoopish state, I have bought myself a ticket to fly to London then so it’ll have to be the iplayer route for me later, after the nation has seen the thing. It’s a shame as I love to see a show as it’s transmitted, that gives me a warm feeling and a bit of a kick (yup, I may a strange woman…)
The cat has taken to pissing on the new mat inside the front door – don’t know if it’s accidental, as it’s by her litter, or a protest (she seems to have a lot of issues that are complaint-worthy at the moment if the amount of following me around meowing is anything to go by…) The mat now lives outside…result for the G? we’ll see…no doubt she let us know in her own feline way and in her own sweet feline time
