Mea culpa. It’s Friday morning. I woke up an hour or so ago. And I’ve just remembered it’s my posse week. Bad boy.
The excuse – work, innit? And whilst I’m not going to talk about that, it is really getting in the way. Alongside the start of the planting season, but that’s no bad thing.
Seeds so far: ten types of tomato, aubergine, two types of cucumber, melon, jalapeno chillis and two other chilli types. And about 20 varieties of annuals. The big sow comes at the end of this month. Or the beginning of next. Spring is slow in coming here, and the daffodils are much later than usual.
And then there’s the dahlia tubers I’m forcing to take some rooted cuttings. Too many varieties to bore you with here.
As for smells, they’re on a back seat. I’ve been craving Miller Harris’ Fleurs de Sel, now my decant has run out. This is different enough to stand out from the crowd – more an anti-perfume than the ‘Oh no! It’s l’Eau’ of Serge Lutens, it’s one part marshy seaside, to one part spa treatment, to one part Idunnowhat. Yeah, that’s right, it has three parts.
So sorry. But that’s all. Help me out by telling me what’s keeping you busy right now.
Oh, and I’ve lost nearly 16 pounds since Christmas – unintentionally really. Glad to see the back of the slow accretion of middle-aged manblubber.