So: after almost twenty months, more Estate Agents than I ever hope to encounter again in the rest of my life, an architect, a team of builders and a deep immersion in the auction houses of London, I am moving into my new house this weekend. The children have already seen it and given it [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Garden Joy’
Moving
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Bamboo, Best Friend, Family, Garden Joy, Garden Rage, House, Moving, Old Friend at Work, Parents, Sister on January 25, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
I Make Peace With The Bamboo
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Bamboo, Garden Joy, Garden Rage on July 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
You wouldn’t fucking BELIEVE it, would you? After the lengths that I went to to cleanse our garden of the horrors of Bamboo (including digging a trench so deep and wide that Wife actually accused me of having joined a Somme re-enactment society), the shitting stuff has returned! Much like that other plant that we seem [...]
The Garden
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Bamboo, Garden, Garden Joy, Wife on April 10, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I have, according to Wife, many virtues: but it seems that planting is not one of them. I had decided that I had re-created the great Gertrude Jekyll’s principle of planting huge drifts of plants all in the same colour, great beds filled with tulips, others over-flowing with hellebores, others with lavendar and rosemary. It [...]
Ha
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Bamboo, Garden Joy, Garden Rage on May 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Sunday, 27th May 2007 The bamboo is no more. It has been taken to the communal tip, where it can spread its misery before being incinerated and turned into compost (which is apparently what they do: which is pleasingly green). My WWII trench remains, however. I couldn’t be arsed to go to that haven of [...]
Bamboo – Fatal Attraction
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged "Fatal Attraction", Bamboo, Garden Joy on May 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Sunday, 3rd June 2007 Just before the end of “Fatal Attraction”, poodle-haired mirror-frightener, Glenn Close (whom we have believed dead), shrieks out of the tepid bathwater to launch another assault on Michael Douglas and credible acting. Playing on the belief that something evil (Close – and, I suppose, her character, Alex) is dead, the horror [...]
My Big Man Tool
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Garden Joy on May 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Sunday, 3rd June 2007 I am aware that this blog could, of late, have been subtitled “Memoirs of a Pissed-Off Gardener”, so I will try and move off the subject shortly. But, oh the joy of a brand new lawnmower! Picked up today and assembled by me, we have a billiard table smooth lawn now, [...]
Our Spectacular Garden
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged B&Q, Garden Joy, Wife on May 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Saturday, 18th August 2007 Well: it will be. I spent three hours this morning digging over a bed that we can re-plant (once Wife gets back: she has let it be known that any attempt on my part to do this as “a lovely surprise” would be as much of a lovely surprise as a [...]
I Man. I Make Green.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged B&Q, Garden Joy on May 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Wednesday, 29th August 2007 Fuck, but I have had SUCH an Alpha Male weekend. Item one: I spent a shitload of money in B&Q. Item two: I bought a pickaxe. Item three: I spent six hours in the garden, breaking up the paving stones and the concrete base they were on. Item four: I then [...]
Beating Lesbians
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Family, Garden Joy, Lesbians, Princess Leia, Wife on May 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Sunday, 28th October 2007 Like slippers, Radio 4, a cup of tea and a sit down, gardening is one of those things that you come to delight in in later life. We took the children to the garden centre yesterday, and spent a long time and a LOT of money on plants for the front [...]
Titchmarshing It
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Family, Garden Joy, Wife on May 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Saturday, 3rd November 2007 I don’t want to come over all Alan Titchmarsh on you, but it seems that the only thing that I want to write about at the moment is the garden. The choice, frankly, is between that and how my mood at work seesaws between despair and exhilaration… So: today was the [...]
