Now I remember why.
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Busy
Being “busy” seems to be the curse of our age. “I’m soooooooo busy” we all cry, too busy for this, too busy for that, checking schedules, consulting diaries, sighing. My inkling is that what this really means is “I am sooooooo important because I have so many hobbies/responsibilities/such an interesting life/endlessly trying to impress myContinue reading “Busy”
Quietly
Quietly, in the background, things are moving.
Shame
To my shame, I have been a bit grumpy this past week. Things have annoyed, offended, irritated me. Not just once, but several times, different incidents, same reaction. I have felt hard done by, unfairly treated, disrespected, misunderstood. People haven’t reacted how I wished they would, I haven’t had my own way, my toys wereContinue reading “Shame”
Trolley Dash
Actually we didn’t dash, we dawdled, but Trolley Dawdle doesn’t sound quite as good. The rain was doing its best to scupper all hope of any gardening, so Max’s Dad and myself resorted to Plan B. B stands for “better”, that is “better shopping”. This was our first visit of the year to Marwood HillContinue reading “Trolley Dash”
Prickly
As far as prickly days go, and there is no doubt that is exactly what today was, it was a good one. At Bill and Benjamina’s, a month or so ago, men with machines carved through brambles at irregular heights before dashing off in their white van to some other garden needy of petrol andContinue reading “Prickly”
Nearly
Today it was nearly summer.
Zing
More zing less words.
Mode d’Emploi
From this day forward there is to be an alteration to clause 3.7(a) of my constitution, my contract of business, my mode d’emploi. Amendments are in bold. 3.7 (a) All prospective employers must have at least one of the following items in order to entertain the gardener: a daft but adorable dog, good jokes, anContinue reading “Mode d’Emploi”
Thief
I haven’t had many job interviews, and not one single proper PowerPoint presentation/isometric testing/raft building/tap dancing interrogation. But I have heard tales. Scary tales. Mostly I have stumbled upon jobs, my prospective employers were either desperate or didn’t care who they employed as they were off to South America on the next boat. A bitContinue reading “Thief”