A day of mizzle and murk, that is until the moment I clocked off when the sun came out in all its glory. Life is like that sometimes.
I arrived home to find the scaffolding complete and a quartet of builders in deep debate. I am not absolutely certain, but I am pretty certain I overheard the words “metaphysics”, “bain-marie” and “sledgehammer”. Then I reversed into the drive. My favourite occupation, reversing with an attentive audience. You will be pleased to know that I didn’t hit the bins. Close, but not quite.
This Choisya ternata, the fragrant Mexican Orange Blossom, is having another shot at flowering. Great idea.
Off The Edge Gardening 
Is there no end to your talents? Reversing without hitting the bins? You have gone up in my estimation. Please nip over and remind my Choisya that it is supposed to flower. Once would be nice. In five years. Still, it does offer unstinting support to the Alstroemeria next door.
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I was not at the clinic long. Would you like the boot returned?
I happened to walk into a meeting at work this morning and overheard an electrician comparing curvy pendulous ceiling lamps to . . . something that had nothing to do with ceiling lamps. They think that Latin sounds funny.
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‘Bain Marie’!!! just what are you having done??
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I’d be a bit worried about “sledgehammer”.
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Funny how much notice some people take of women reversing a car. Good work! I have never managed to grow Choisya here, must be doing something wrong, and I do love them.
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Choisya is good value at this time of the year but I can’t stand the smell.
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