Wednesday, 23 April 2008
Good and Bad News
Today is St George’s Day, Shakespeare’s birthday and – last but not least – my Mum’s birthday, so Happy Birthday Penny!
It’s a sunny morning here and the car is now safe to drive having had its brakes fixed so we can drive up to Devon via an interview in Callington on Friday without worrying if the car will stop or not.
Yesterday Himself helped me plant out my broad bean plants as given to me by my dear mate Carole. He returned from doing some work at her house last week and I helped him in with his tools (so to speak) and saw a tray of broad bean plants.
“Darling!” I cried, tears rushing to my eyes. “How thoughtful.”
“Well, actually, they’re from Carole,” he said looking rather pink.
(Chalk that up for future reference if needed. It's always useful to have ammunition, I find, Just In Case.)
So now they are outside in the yard, planted into bigger pots and each with a tall string to climb up, as they’re quite enthusiastic already.
I do love broad beans – when they’re tiny of course, not the big fat chewy ones. The baby ones are lovely raw, or cooked for about a minute or in salads. Roll on broad bean time…
The bad news is, the washing machine has just blown up. As Himself has just said mournfully, "It started off being a good day. And now....."