Come and Melt the Buttons on me Flameproof Nightie

I miss Victoria Wood. You say, what already? but I've been thinking about her for months. I heard Maxine Peake talking about her Dinnerladies days a few weeks ago on the radio and I thought about Victoria Wood. I thought, 'I wonder what she's up to', like you might, I am presumptuous enough to say, about an old friend from whom you have long drifted apart. Well, now I know what she was up to. I liked Victoria Wood because she was funny, but also because she was kind, and because you could tell she loved women from the way she wrote for them. Stealth sisterhood, over tea and custard creams.
But life goes on.
I planted peas today, funny wrinkled little things. Funny how some things are obviously their finished product and some seeds seem entirely unidentifiable by sight. Peas are definitely peas. They reminded me of school dinner peas actually. Anyway, I planted them in one of the raised beds in which I  also plan to put some sweetcorn, or maybe some sweet peas or spinach. I am happy with this raised bed, especially in comparison with the rock hard soil. It is a much nicer thing, to stick your hand in the soil and feel it move around than struggle to shift heavy boulders of clay about. God knows how I am going to get my potatoes in that big lumpy bed. They say that potatoes loosen clay where they grow, but these are King Edwards, not superspuds. While on the plot I also lifted some more couchgrass, laid some paper and cardboard mulch, did a bit of weeding, a bit of tidying up. But it was a pretty lacklustre attempt. It was such a beautiful day, I spent much of the time sitting and drinking tea, with my radio four and my sunshine. That's alright.

And so, I have my seedlings indoors tonight after an attack by some slugs in my mini-g last night. It reminded me that I do not have any strategies when it comes to slugs, either at home or at the plot. I lost a courgette and some tomato seedlings. Interestingly, they decided not to eat the tomatoes I sowed from seeds free on the front cover of a mag, but the ones I picked, after reading about them, and paid for out of a seed catalogue. Were they tastier, I wonder? Anyway, I need to get salt and pellets for the mini-g or I won't sleep at night, thinking about the little slimy fuckers climbing up the plastic. 
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