word gets around

another quiet day in worthing. thought there’d be lots to talk about following the curry and darts but alas, the curry passed (boy did it pass) and the darts flew. ephemeral is the word that springs to mind but not sure if that was the curry or the ointment. anyway it’s gone now and i don’t miss it.

to jolly our curry conversation along i made the mistake of mentioning my strawberries (again but for the last time i hope). amazingly everyone seemed to have heard about my tribulations and were willing to embark on their own adventures. peter now has an order for several dozen plants. they’ll all end in tiers and we’ll be on the curly kale next.

we’re an odd crowd – sort of last of the summer wine meets men behaving badly. we talk a lot and laugh a lot but mostly we try to remember what we talked and laughed about. do you know, when we were in france the other day, paul pointed out something he had never seen before; a satellite dish that faced down instead of up. how did that work? we were perplexed but impressed at french ingenuity. was it picking up aussie soaps or something from the underworld? or was someone watching us as we sat in the roadside bistro? no, it was a street light. oh how we laughed when realisation dawned. we came home to worthing much relieved.

not sure I can keep these daily bulletins up. do you realise how difficult it is to write about nothing? i will now wait for something interesting to happen. blimey......what was that noise?