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Fire burn!
A few weeks ago, we sawed through the bases of the three not-Virginia-Creepers on the wall of our house, and left it. This morning, we went for a look around a local car boot sale and chatted to Mrs Farmer about which of her amazing variety of clematis would be best on that wall (now that we've seen her pitch at a boot sale, we have a better idea of what goes on in those polytunnels that they have!). We didn't buy anything then, on the perfectly reasonable grounds that we can pop up to the house one day next week and choose from a bigger selection.
After we got back, I had a go at getting the creeper down from the wall. It was surprisingly easy, considering the way that it had grown up around the edges of the roof, although dragging it out to the pile of dead stuff was trickier, as it was all intertwined. When we'd got it out there, we decided that a) that was now quite a big pile of dead plant material and b) the weather was just right for a bonfire: the wind was blowing steadily down the valley, away from the houses, and we'd had enough nice dry weather to make the pile crispy without drying out the grass around it. So off we went!
(We also scattered hay seeds on the bare bits of the the field and stableyard, as it's supposed to rain a bit over the next few days, and watched at the Baby ran round and round and round and round the field for no particular reason. GB joined in with us rather than with him. He did chase Jodie for a bit, but she decided that it was slightly the wrong side of the scary/exciting line, and went to lurk on the other side of the electric fence.)
I continue to have frock-buying angst. I think I'm actually going to have to go into Canterbury to show with intent, one day next week. I want new shoes, as well. I did have a quick look at the Fenwick website, that being the department store we have in Canterbury, but was forced to conclude that their buyers were playing cruel practical jokes and also that there was a coding error that had moved all of the decimal points one place over from where they should be. Still, I have a couple of places to try on my list. I'm trying to avoid the cost and faff of a trip up to town, but I may not be able to avoid it: I'm starting to think that I'll have to have a personal shopper thing at one of the department stores and say "I like Ghost and Nitya. I want a frock in a non-patterned fabric that lets me wear a bra and doesn't require me to wear heels. Go and find me stuff." I hate clothes shopping.
After we got back, I had a go at getting the creeper down from the wall. It was surprisingly easy, considering the way that it had grown up around the edges of the roof, although dragging it out to the pile of dead stuff was trickier, as it was all intertwined. When we'd got it out there, we decided that a) that was now quite a big pile of dead plant material and b) the weather was just right for a bonfire: the wind was blowing steadily down the valley, away from the houses, and we'd had enough nice dry weather to make the pile crispy without drying out the grass around it. So off we went!
(We also scattered hay seeds on the bare bits of the the field and stableyard, as it's supposed to rain a bit over the next few days, and watched at the Baby ran round and round and round and round the field for no particular reason. GB joined in with us rather than with him. He did chase Jodie for a bit, but she decided that it was slightly the wrong side of the scary/exciting line, and went to lurk on the other side of the electric fence.)
I continue to have frock-buying angst. I think I'm actually going to have to go into Canterbury to show with intent, one day next week. I want new shoes, as well. I did have a quick look at the Fenwick website, that being the department store we have in Canterbury, but was forced to conclude that their buyers were playing cruel practical jokes and also that there was a coding error that had moved all of the decimal points one place over from where they should be. Still, I have a couple of places to try on my list. I'm trying to avoid the cost and faff of a trip up to town, but I may not be able to avoid it: I'm starting to think that I'll have to have a personal shopper thing at one of the department stores and say "I like Ghost and Nitya. I want a frock in a non-patterned fabric that lets me wear a bra and doesn't require me to wear heels. Go and find me stuff." I hate clothes shopping.