Regular readers may remember that I had designated today as a Garden Day. I had reckoned without the weather.
The cheerful chappie delivering my two bags of multi-purpose
compost, arrived with the first drops of what was to become a downpour. He had hoped, he told me as he propped the bags up carefully against my new vegetable trough, to complete all his deliveries before the rain started. It was Not To Be. He was, however,
diligent enough to close both garden gates behind him as he hurried back out to his white van. I do like a Diligent Delivery Person.
So, I have the compost, I have the pots, I have the daffodil bulbs and I
have the winter pansies. The latter are out on the patio, still in their boxes, cheekily winking away at me whenever I put my nose out of doors to check if it is still raining. I have bought two different colours of winter pansy - blue and yellow. The yellow
ones are described on the accompanying label as "Yellow Blotch" and the blue as "Blue Blotch." It seems a less than appropriate name for such attractive plants.
It reminds me of a holiday Mr B and I enjoyed
in Sorrento, when we took a trip over to the Isle of Capri, much beloved of Gracie Fields. It was my birthday and Mr B had rashly promised me a boat ride all around the island. I say rashly because the night before there had been a rare old thunder storm and
the sea was so choppy that the regular tour boats were grounded.
Mr B is not one to break a promise, bless him. He sought out an independent boat owner, offering him "plenty money" to take the two of us on
a private circumnavigation of the Isle of the Mermaids. There was no way I was going to be disappointed on my birthday, not if Mr B had anything to do with it.
Our boatman resembled a Greek god. I kid you
not. He was also a boatman of incredible skill, riding the waves as surely and easily as if we were in a paddle boat on a park lake. He produced cans of beer from a hidey-hole in the stern and encouraged us with extravagant hand actions to sit back and enjoy
ourselves. Ah, yes, his command of the English language was, shall we say, rudimentary. But most entertaining.
One of the features of a trip around the Isle of Capri is the opportunity to visit three spectacular
grottos, each named for the unusual colours they exhibit. Our boatman was determined we should see each one and enjoy its magnificence:
"White Grot!" he informed us as he negotiated the entrance to the afore-mentioned.
Of such are holiday memories made.
I digress. Though, to be honest, on a day like today a little digression is surely called for. With the rain beating against the French doors I plug in the laptop for an afternoon of drafting and crafting. Except that the laptop simply isn't playing ball.
Perhaps it is paying me back for neglecting it, preferring the UsPad which I can balance on one knee and which doesn't need to be plugged in at the socket, risking Mr B tripping over the lead on his way out to the kitchen. I persevere and manage to draft (i)
a report on a school visit and (ii) a News Release on the Limelighters' forthcoming production of Into The Woods. So far, so good - but trying to email both to their respective destinations becomes a Mighty Trial as yahoo plays hard to get. Maybe that's why
it's called "yahoo"? It's a wake-up call. "Yahoo! Is anybody there?"
It would have been much easier out in the garden. At six o'clock a treacherous sun peers out from behind the clouds. Too late, too late,
I despair - we are just about to sit down to our chicken curry dinner. By the time we have finished, washed up, emptied the dish-washer, filled it up again and had a cup of coffee, the sun will have disappeared again. Now you see it, now you don't.
I check outside. Yellow Blotch and Blue Blotch wink at me sympathetically. Tomorrow, they are clearly telling me, is Another Day.