Loo roll lady
Oh my god I just bought a strimmer. This gardening lark must be serious. It was all done online with some big gardening mail order company and it’s so incongruous: hefty weight of product versus light mouse click of purchase. I had checked a specialist consumer testing magazine to see how the strimmers compared. I’ve gone for the lightest one available (around 3 kilos in weight and with a collapsible handle) as the one we hired in the summer felt about as pliable as a water buffalo. It should be delivered next week.
The main reason why I haven’t been up at the plot was a detour to France looking for houses. And it’s a most insidious affair. You fall in love with every place and imagine where you will plant the trees and dig the vegetable garden – sorry, potager – and all the while your humble little plot looks shabbier and shabbier with every house you see. I looked at eight properties and the last one I saw happened to include the most stupendous five acres of garden for sale. (All for the same price as a one room apartment in Primrose Hill.) It turned my head. I swear I barely slept an hour that night – all my time was spent imagining how I was going to create the most beautiful Australian style garden and live a life of sybaritic bliss. Never mind just how I was going to mow five acres of grass while I wait for the trees to grow. But it is hard to concentrate on mundane matters like real life. We will buy a house eventually (booked to travel out again with David in late February) but in the meantime I have to think of potting up my sweet peas and what happened to all my long deep narrow pots. I have no idea where they went and realised that I haven’t been assiduous in collecting toilet rolls these past months. They are the perfect planting medium for peas and beans as the cardboard rots when you plant the entire thing in the soil and allows the peas to put down long roots.
It was on my mind as we went out to dinner on Saturday night. And I have to admit that I pocketed an empty one that I found in the ladies’ restaurant loo. Sad or what? But I am building up my small collection and will plant them up with sweet peas next time I’m out.