The planning and organising is more or less done now and my OCD is doing okay.
The three Baby Trees are all fine. The English Runner Beans are planted. And The Snap Dragons are scattered, although in a thoroughly organised pattern. HA! We shall see. Getting a garden to do as you please is not easy.
The Roses have gone berserk, mainly due to Bob Flowerdew’s Hack Them Down Philosophy. I have more Rose Buds than ever before in my thirty long years. I brought most of them with me, so that’s how long Roses can last, so far. They were mostly presents from my children and I just couldn’t leave those behind. Thanks, Fellers. Panic stricken as I was at the time I still remembered your Roses.
O’Connor The Adored is still looking at the outside world through what he perceives to be a window. No one in their right mind jumps through a window, he thinks, I think. He isn’t a stupid dog, but I can only guess at his idea of windows. I shall worry more about it come Autumn when the door will have to be closed.
Full Moon is galloping towards me again and none of the Black Grapes I can buy have got Pips. This isn’t helping. I mean, what is the point of a Grape without Pips? This is insanity which isn’t helping my temporary insanity of the “We are all going to die” variety. This will pass as it always does, but what am I going to do for the next five days? A five day alcohol binge is looking good. Nope, Wine doesn’t help and I can’t stand Wine anyway. Pass The Rum Bottle. White Rum is very cheap here due to The French Colonies and at least Rum staves off my occasionally aching shoulder, which has got to be better than Pill Popping. Fortunately, I don’t have to do this all that often.
Today I am going to clean The Microwave and The Disgusting Cooker, but it won’t make me feel any better. After that it’s back to Wire in The Blood on Pirate Television. And feeding my neighbour’s Cat as they are off back to Angleterre. I have to do that. The Cat doesn’t know. She just wants her dinner.
Why is it that The Moon which totally fascinates me makes me feel so awful when it is at it’s zenith?