Although it might be more helpful if it said *Run like f*ck, bull may be in field..*
DD came home with this enormous mutant marrow. It's not that I don't like marrow, I do, but I'm the only one that does and it's humungus.
Me: Where did you get that from?
DD: Hot David gave it to me
Me: Where did he get it from?
DD: Someone gave it to him
DD: A bloke with an allotment..
Just now we are inundated with vegetables from blokes with allotments. We have only just finished the runner bean mountain from Stan's allotment and don't even get me started on the quantity of ridge cucumbers I've felt forced to consume. I'm all for growing your own but really just now the growers can't give it away because there's so bloody much of it.
The Marrow of Dooom is residing on my roof terrace like a hideous voodoo charm. If anyone out there wants it, come and get it!
My lunatic Twisted Sister thinks this owl looks like Patrick Moore.
It was sitting above my head in a tree. I was more concerned with whether or not it was going to drop on me...
It is my late Mother's birthday today and I've been keeping this photo for today as it is one she would particularly like.
An alternative title might well be *Doing a Caine*!!!
A birthday cucumber for you, but when are you going to post something to your blog??
We'll have some love along the way.
More poppies at the edges of the fields around us. They seem to have a very long flowering season.
For my BS...
Following the operation BS's sense of smell is gradually coming back. He always buys me this perfume and yet he has never smelled it. He's still on loads of pills, he's still not allowed to lift and he's not allowed to mix for fear of catching a cold but his face when he smells something is a picture.
He stands outside just to smell the grass. He can smell food too and he is having a fine time just smelling the summer..