2022 - Good Morning, Afternoon, Night

Morning all

Helen used to feed foxes, cost me a fortune in chicken thighs each day!

Anyway, Kato was a facebook sensation last night. I was in bed and unbeknown to me he escaped and had a midnight wander. It wasn't unril i got a knock at the door at 1.30am and came down stairs to find three lads with Kato. As soon as I opened the door he bolted inside and I thanked the lads who told me he was sitting outside the front door. He had managed to open the french doors at the back and escape.
Since i was up anyway I fired up the pooter to find out that Kato had become a facebook sensation with photographs of him and sightings all round the neighbourhood!  I had to appologise to one guy because he had been trying to keep him off the road and Kato attacked him! He was very good about it and said he thought Kato felt threatened and gave him a warning.

Alls well that ends well i suppose but he is lyingn here giving me cow eyes.  It is the first time of escaping that he has actually made his own way home thank goodness. Can't understnd why he was sitting at the front door though when he had pushed the back door  wide open?

Norty Kato. Good job you didn't know he'd escaped as you wouldn't have been able to sleep.
Glad he's safe and sound now. x

Today was a day of mixed emotions!
Driving up to some traffic lights, a police bike, blue lights flashing, pulled in front of me and flagged me to stop. I was actually just at the lights, which were red.
The bike pulled out into the middle of the crossroads and stopped all the traffic from moving.
I could see blue lights coming up behind me, and sirens wailing, so I thought there must have been an accident somewhere. More police bikes came, then a police car............followed by a funeral hearse, followed by a fire engine, an ambulance, paramedic car and more police cars.
As the hearse passed me, I remembered whose funeral it was. A young lad, who had spent his life in a wheelchair and was obsessed with emergency services world wide. He collected all sorts of badges, caps, uniform from all over the world. Sadly, his short life has come to an end but the emergency services had turned out to accompany him on his final journey. I was quite moved by it all , almost forgot to move off when the lights changed for the umpteenth time. Little did I know that, behind me at the lights, were  2 American police cars  - Los Angeles Aggressive Speed Control or something, covered in flags and a number of Bikers, all on their way to the service.
I drove a little further into Morries car park and parked alongside an empty space, apart from a shopping trolley that was being unloaded by a Morries employee. There was a gift wrapped hamper of food in the trolley so, in my usual nosey way, I asked if I'd won a prize. She said that it was a gift for the local health centre to thank them for all they do. Felt quite emotional again!
Finally made it into the store, did some yellow sticker shopping and, passing the butcher's counter, spotted a lady being passed a huge mound of meat on a tray, which she put in her trolley. The  butcher then gave her a second parcel. Edging closer I could see it was marked 17p.
Old nosey again, had to ask how she managed to get such a bargain - "Its for the foxes" she said "Sweetpea gives it to me". The butcher (who she calls Sweetpea!) called over and said "She feeds the foxes with it".
I can tell you this, I could have fed a family of humans for a week on that meat. Although it was scrappy, lots of fat and probably bones too, there was also lean meat in there. So, if any of you want cheap meat from Morries, tell them you feed foxes and you may be lucky.
So many kindhearted people I've met in one afternoon. Gave me a warm fuzzy feeling inside.

Smashing post Veggie

Popped into Morries today (for a change and had a chat with the florist who makes up bouquets from whatever flowers you select. We discussed the flowers available with me saying that I'd only buy the flowers that stood a chance of providing cuttings - like the carnations and chrysanths. Some of the greenery would probably be OK too - like the eucalyptus. Interestingly, she said that the one flower that she didn't like was Gladioli because they only go where they want to go and are really hard to arrange.
She showed me some half price boxes of summer plants - probably bulbs and roots in bags in them. No idea really but when I saw Crocosmia on the box I shuddered.

I bought a eucalyptus a while ago, and I think it might have died in the sun while I was away, but if it doesn't recover, I'll go buy some at Morries and give it a go!

Morning all

A trip to the allotment is on the cards for today. Jobs that need doing are harvesting onions,strawberies, gooseberries and blackcurrants.

I also hope to plant out some PSB, some cauli's and some calabrese. Luckily I have areas in mind that I have already prepared so it shouldn't be too much of an issue!
On the home front I have finally managed to get an avocado stone to grow a root and a tiny shoot from the top.

Replaced the shading on the ghs now the sun's out and the temps are forecast to soar.

As you know from the roques gallery I'm a bottle blonde to cover the grey. In a mad moment I decided to go darker. I'm no longer blonde and I hate it. I can't be faffed to re-dye it so I've a fair few weeks of getting used to it.....never again, it'll be grey or blonde forever from now on

What colour were you when you were, ahem, younger?

What colour were you when you were, ahem, younger?

In my younger youf when abroad in the sun with long hair a true blonde, back in Blighty in the dull probably a light shade of mousey.  I've been a daft dizzy blonde for most of my life, most of the time a bottle blonde.  How about you?

Brown, just brown with a hint of reddish but started going grey at 40. Now, the only hint of brown is at the top of my neck where the hair starts, and to find it you have to lift the white stuff up and look beneath.
I tried henna once and my hair went orange. Had it tinted a plum colour too but after a few washes someone asked me if I knew that my hair was pink at the back! Gave up after that and accepted my natural self.
A young lad I worked with used to call me the "silver haired lady in the corner" and I was only 40 something!
My elderly neighbour said I was blonde - but he is very short sighted.
Someone else said that they could spot me in the woods because my hair shone like a light. - What they all meant was - I'm bright white and proud.