Saturday, Saturday, Saturday ...
22 to 23 degrees already ... phew!!! And it's only 9.20am. It had hit 20 degrees by 8am. Top temperature today could be as much as 30 degrees ... and it'll still be in the 20s by 11pm. Another sweaty, sleepless night awaits.
I went outside with the full intention of photographing something else entirely ... and then ... then ... I realised that the Hosta that I've been watching for days and days and days, finally decided to burst into bloom overnight. This is the first Hosta I've ever had and I ended up with due to it having hitched a ride in the same pot as the plant I originally bought (and yes, due to the usual me being very distracted, the plant I originally bought died and I can't even remember what it was.) Still, this is glorious!!! I'm delighted with it!!! :-) The dogs have made several attempts to kybosh the poor thing with their usual must get between the wheelie bins to chase after shrews ... but, so far (fingers crossed), the plant has prevailed.
Originally, I was going to photograph a little house shaped frame that I've got grass growing in. However, this proved pretty pointless as the grass obscures the frame ... unless, of course, you would like to see a picture of some grass? ;-) The idea was that, there would be the picture of the funky grass inside the little metal house, and I was going to ramble on about me and my penchant for watching property programmes. Not because I have any intention of moving (no chocolate buttons available in my treasure chest for that kind of shenanigans), but because I like people watching and I like travelling without having to pack a suitcase.
Yesterday, without having to leave my kitchen table and chair, I travelled to Dorset, Bulgaria and Madeira. They look at 3 properties in some of the programmes and 5 in the others and (naturally, with all my no monies) I have to decide which one I would buy. The people being shown around the properties rarely buy any of the ones they are shown ... and I think it would be far more fun if the whole thing was that they had to choose one of them. The one in Madeira was huge and needed lots doing to it ... but oh, the view of the sea! I'll pack by virtual bags immediately! Mind you ... (ponders) ... these programmes are from around 10 years ago, so I might just surprise the people already living in them. ;-D Sometimes the programme finishes with them saying that the person is getting surveys done and is thinking about a certain property ... and then that's it, the credits start rolling, and I never know how it all ended. Did they? Didn't they? I will never know ... (sigh) ... and (ridiculously) I'd really like to know whether they did or they didn't.
Ach well ... time for breakfast. Best to cook it before the temperature gets to the point of beyond being able to face having any other heat in the house. And, would you believe it, I've still not found a pair of shorts to wear. So, I'm still in long ones. Although ... summat narsty bit my left leg, twice, yesterday ... this has meant that I've had to roll that trouser leg up to stop the material rubbing against the bites. With this kind of 'fashion' statement, I'm beginning to feel as though I've joined the Masons. Somebody call Inspector Morse cos it's 'always the bloody Masons' according to him. ;-D ...
