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It's so muggy and horrible. My sinuses itch, my ears itch, my throat itches, my nose itches, my eyes itch - and that's still after taking my super-strength prescription antihistamines. Some plants in Stoke Poges really don't like me, as I didn't have hayfever half as bad last year in the Vale of Pears.
Had a fabulous time on Friday night in honour of Tom's birthday. We went to the Granby in Reading, and for most of the night comprised most of the clientele. However, this did not stop us from drinking and smoking too much (to which my body has been protesting ever since). Tom's friend Bryony and I decided to instigate a session of "Dance Spin the Bottle" which involved forming a large circle of friends and then spinning the lager bottle to see who would be next to take their turn in the centre and amaze us with their dancing skills. We got total strangers involved, which added to the hilarity as one of them was really, really into it and was boogeying for far too long, and with not enough irony. People got dragged off the dancefloor by bouncers for becoming too energetic, Tom's other knee collapsed under him, and Bryony got a kiss from a random gay man. I even got a requested song played, so I was happy. The end of a night at the Granby is never complete without a drunken, staggering quest to Mr Cod to eat really bad chips, and that's where we ended up. At some point Fi attacked Tom's ear with a chip and then I feel asleep until we got back to Slough.
Today I headed down to the allotment, taking Lorraine with me, and was flabbergasted to find Gideon had actually arrived BEFORE me! Lorraine mucked in and dug a trench for the courgettes, I weeded, planted tomatoes, leeks and lettuce... and a honeysuckle, and then decided that it was far too hot and had to leave. All in all, a very productive day. Hopefully next weekend we'll have the wonderful Oliver to help us too, which should see an end to the frantic planting, and the return of a much more relaxed pace to things. Tomorrow I'm heading down to get some green manures in, a bit more weeding and a few more leeks...
Had a fabulous time on Friday night in honour of Tom's birthday. We went to the Granby in Reading, and for most of the night comprised most of the clientele. However, this did not stop us from drinking and smoking too much (to which my body has been protesting ever since). Tom's friend Bryony and I decided to instigate a session of "Dance Spin the Bottle" which involved forming a large circle of friends and then spinning the lager bottle to see who would be next to take their turn in the centre and amaze us with their dancing skills. We got total strangers involved, which added to the hilarity as one of them was really, really into it and was boogeying for far too long, and with not enough irony. People got dragged off the dancefloor by bouncers for becoming too energetic, Tom's other knee collapsed under him, and Bryony got a kiss from a random gay man. I even got a requested song played, so I was happy. The end of a night at the Granby is never complete without a drunken, staggering quest to Mr Cod to eat really bad chips, and that's where we ended up. At some point Fi attacked Tom's ear with a chip and then I feel asleep until we got back to Slough.
Today I headed down to the allotment, taking Lorraine with me, and was flabbergasted to find Gideon had actually arrived BEFORE me! Lorraine mucked in and dug a trench for the courgettes, I weeded, planted tomatoes, leeks and lettuce... and a honeysuckle, and then decided that it was far too hot and had to leave. All in all, a very productive day. Hopefully next weekend we'll have the wonderful Oliver to help us too, which should see an end to the frantic planting, and the return of a much more relaxed pace to things. Tomorrow I'm heading down to get some green manures in, a bit more weeding and a few more leeks...
