Me I had my beloved "Top of the Pops" 1981 repeat to watch as well; Depeche Mode in armpit waisted baggy trousers, Adam Ant dancing with the divine Diana Dors, and an out of time Slade trying desperately to adjust to the era of "The New Wave of British Heavy Metal". Not even a thousand swifts screeching outside would drag me away from that.
I'm trying once again to 1) declutter and 2) eat properly. Several more bags of old clothes have gone to he great wardrobe in the sky, but the remainder seem to have expanded to fill the space liberated by their demise and I have no more pairs of cargo pants to sling out. All the Converse Lo-Tops with holes in the sole have gone too, yet there is still no room in my "shoe zone", which admittedly is hardly the size of Imelda Marcos'.
Just give me a flamethrower.
As for the food, I'm spending way more than I should on snacking rubbish. This will stop!
All my walking around, I notice there are two types of gardens; blue gardens and red gardens. Blue gardens tend to be the wilder ones, filled with forget-me-not and bluebell growing hither-thither, while the red ones are more cultivated, more regulated, yet still attractive to bees and butterflies.
Of course, I prefer the blue ones. But the red ones are nice too.
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 13.05.16
|The blue garden across the road|
|The red sconce shaped garden, at The Sconce Park|