Category: old blogging

Well, as I "enjoy" the last few hours of being 31, it’s awfully quiet here. No email, no calls, no visitors, no SMS, no IMs. I think I’ll retire to the sofa and listen to the Versatile Records DJ set on netmusique.com.

Anyone who would like to assist me in celebrating my birthday tomorrow should join me in W2, from around 8.15 onwards. Bring pie.

I think that we can breathe a collective sigh of relief at this news, Tories and non-Tories alike.

Why have people got it in for the West Pier?

An update in bullet points:

• Yesterday’s plant sales at Savill Gardens were ultimately very successful – one of the best ones we’ve had there for a while, which would have been even better if it hadn’t been quite so chilly in the afternoon.
• Went to Sarah and Paul’s party last night, which was most pleasant. In evidence: Kev, Andrea, Kate, Pol, Jo, Dave, Damian and a bunch of Paul’s friends that I hadn’t met before. Just about everyone was already paralytic by the time I arrived, but being tired I was able to catch up fairly quickly with just a couple of beers!
• Up early this morning to walk down the canal to Hunston, passing assorted fishermen and dog walkers, plus coots, moorhens, mallards and swans, all with chicks/ducklings/cygnets. Lots of flowers down there at the moment – irises, hawthorn, buttercups, cow parsley, herb robert.
• Looked for the falcons on the Cathedral. Apparently they are there, and have just hatched two chicks. But I still haven’t seen them flying – last year they were constantly on the wing, gathering prey for the young.
• Now busy ordering equipment for PFE and then starting work on the website.

Stood in a car park in Windsor, selling plants. It’s a great lifestyle. Not. Still, party tonight at Sarah’s to look forward to. Being awake for 22 hours is always a winner. Zzz.

I’m knackered. Sorry, not much to say at the moment.

Good news: the forecast delivery date for my laptop has been changed from 2nd June to 16th May – much better.
UPDATE: it has reverted to 2nd June now. grr.

Today and tomorrow, I shall be driving a 7.5 tonne Cargo lorry. I’ll be stopping by a sweet shop later to pick up a Yorkie.

Goodness. Looks like I was nearly three years ahead of the pack. It’s so hard to be a trendsetter.