Popping up again

Now then, now then! That's quite enough of all that unpacking of boxes! Get back in to the garden!

Actually that's a bare-faced lie. My own mother came round to our 'new' (getting less 'new' by the day) house to see us and laughed like a drain at the fact that my veg garden, just one month ago known optimistically as the orchard and a rather overgrown strip of grass bounded by two encroaching hedgerows, is now about 5ft wider (a lot of secateur/lopper/pruning saw action there and I'm still ferrying the waste up to the bonfire spot) and has two sparkly new raised beds, one of which is planted with vegetables. Whereas the house is still half-unpacked, getting back to our usual level of just-bearable scruffiness and we haven't got any furniture yet. You can see where my priorities lie.

I've also got a shiny new blog to write for occasionally and generally fossick around behind the scenes with: what with m'other blog too I've been feeling a little blogged out, to be honest, although I'm having a great deal of fun and can hardly believe my luck at times. Don't tell anyone it's me or they'll realise and I'll have to go back to writing about people killing each other (I used to be a news journalist, in case that last remark seemed more than usually bizarre).

However: there's nothing like the indulgence of your own salary-free blog in which to blather on about stuff nobody in their right mind would pay you to write about. So after my long pause, for which I apologise to anyone who actually cared or indeed noticed, I have returned to bore you all anew. Good luck.