Happy Bunny

Photinia Red Robin. Dug a hole in the middle of the lawn and put it in.

Spent the morning in the playground.

No, I haven't been swinging back and forth or getting wedged on the slide I've been on my knees sowing/planting roses, poppies, stock Virginia and my fav, photinia red robin. Before I indulged in the easy bit I did the hard bit. Digging. But yet as the fork went in I felt nothing 'cept joy at being alive, pretty heavy uh? But it's true, as I bedded down the red robin making sure it was safe with no gaps I felt at one with all. All the worms I dislodged, (sorry mate) the ladybird as she scurried and, of course, the birds. How they sung.

Whether or not it's because it's sunny or the wind light or whether it's because I'm doing something with pork tonight, I don't know. Don't care either, all I can say is that for a couple of hours I felt good.
And when someone prone to melancholia feels like a million she really feels like a million.
So it was this morning that after I'd bought the papers, fed mum, did her foot and checked my inbox :( I thought how refreshing it would be to do a bit o' gardening...
And it was.
I like getting dirt under my nails and having a runny nose, makes me feel all countryfied, backs to the land and all that what ho! I would love a horse. Manure doesn't frighten me.

I won't be playing out any more today so I'll leave off doing the other rose bush (Twice In A Blue Moon) until the spirit grabs me. Again.
And my hands resemble human hands:(

As I write the sun is still there shedding light on old weeds, badly pruned stuff, greying old rosemary stumps and of course the New Kids on the Grass....:)

Cooking tonight:
For mum. Cod and veg
For Mr H and myself. Nasi Goreng.
Pudding will definitely be Lemon Puddle and evaporated milk.
Also being baked a large white loaf, nothing like early morning toast spread with Duerrs marmalade.

And on that happy note I bid thee farewell.
X

Joy Ride

..........something soothing about watching thrillers while mum dreams away on her bed...
As it'll be a late late night I decided that instead of cooking proper food I'd be lazy and eat a microwaved lasagne (disgusting muck) . I didn't force this on mum however, she, the poor sleepy drugged up darling, had what was left of yesterday's boiled bacon, so cleverly cooked by Mr H.
So I, wish I could say we, watched a film called 'The Clearing' starring Robert Redford and Helen Mirren, reasonably fair, not what I expected, Redford took the honours although Mirren held her own against an all American cast.

Now, as I wait for the cooker timer to beep beeeeep (bread in oven) I'm tossing around in my head whether or not to watch Joy Rides 1 &2. Saw the first one some time ago, two fun guys play a vicious sexual mind game on CB fan, Rusty Nail..(teasing him with promises from Candy Kane) and live to regret it.
Haven't seen JR2 another load of hocum I suppose, but it'll keep me warm and smiling while I wait for the call to go pick up Mr H. (60 minutes before the witching hour)

After a rocky start today has turned out pleasant..... natterings and grazings. Only flies in the ointment being fence rage this a.m and swollen hands this p.m.
But, as Scarlett said,...Tomorrow is another day:)

Blood,Breasts and Stuart Pearce

Three men injured last night...
A smartly dressed Pearcey.
A few goals.
A few cheers.
Many tears.
A lotta blood.

Just another night in with the lads:(

So despite failing to win I relished every one of the ninety-odd minutes, pity we didn't stomp on the Dutch heads, but as sides go, they're not too bad a team to go down to.
(Glo losing her last remaining marble)
I was though, a little miffed by Pearcey's fashion faux pas....Blue suit instead of usual fighting attire of tracky bottoms. Must have been trying to instill fear into the lads by wearing such garb. Love him dearly though..... the nutter:)

Talking of nutters....The F.A. are really giving me the pip. They KNOW who they want so why not let the rest of us numpties know. I'm telling ya, all this is driving me to orange juice. For pity's sake the whole Euro thing kicks orf fairly soon and the boys, bless them, needa leeda. You know another thing, I wouldn't be the least surprised if 'Arry sadi NO!
And neither would I be stunned if some Foreigh Johnny took up residence on the bench. It's a baffling old game.

Cooking tonight and being served quite late.
Sweet and sour vegetables.
Baked chicken breasts.
Thin noodles.
2 Pancake rolls.

And no pud on account of a late lovely lunch.

Gorgeous day weather wise, I went out without a vest.

Cheerio All:)

By the way..I have another loaf rising. Nigh on dusting the fluorescent tube it is. Horrible thing. Tube that is, not bread:)