Gay Therapy

I still feel a little "out of sorts" today and it is rare for a black mood to stick with me more than 24 hours!....so I have had to resort to the "big guns" to pick me up a little.....first was a long gossip with Nu (she was on her lunchbreak at work) and the second was a blitz of cleaning and furniture re arranging!-I know, I know it is such a gay stereotype...to be polishing and moving tables, then backing up to see if the rearranged item looks "just right"....but it DOES work when moods have to be lifted.
As I type this I can feel that the bleach I used to clean the kitchen floor, has removed most of my finger prints!

I called down to see my sister's allotment today.She has a co-operative venture with 8 or so other middle aged despots down in Prestatyn, and all of her vegetables look leaps ahead of my produce (except for my HUGE cabbages), I took some duck eggs down as a payment for a score of runner beans they donated to me last week, and managed to wangle more nasturtium plants from them to inter plant between my veg rows.One of her partners, Janet, has kindly volunteered to help Chris and Sister Janet in the tea tent when I open my allotment on the 5th July.