‘Be patient’ tablet LL!” he said.
Chuntering quietly to myself, I do try to ‘Chill man, chill!’
With the thought of the allotment on the back burner-ish(?) Saturday morning has found me having a lovely time pottering in the garden, mixing the wonderful home made compost from the hot bin with some spent compost, grit and Perlite, call me a witch I don’t care! I have been planting tulip bulbs and potting on home grown winter flowering violas. My greenhouse is a place of solace in these strange times.
The electrician came to quote for the Edison effect of the burbling, bubbling water feature millstone nicked from the local flour mill. Is it any wonder there is a shortage of flour these days?
‘While you’re here fannying around with all things volts, amps, mega watts’n’stuff could you put a light in the greenhouse, so the night shift can work without miners helmets, Davy lamps and canaries?’
He looked at me weirdly, was it the word ‘fannying’ that offended I idly wondered?