Potatoes, shallots, sprouts, the rhubarb, garlic and tons of nasturtium and I have used nearly half of my first bed!
Before going to weightwatchers tomorrow (and then on to Sheffield) I hope to get some of the beans and peas in.
The beautiful weather has made today highly enjoyable, if not slightly tiring, I have also got a bit of a tan.
Was the only saving grace in two rather boring night shifts . I had forgotten how sweet and moving this film is, as it gently recounts how quiet people need love and support to escape from their lonely lives. Peter Dinklage as Finbar an isolated "small person", Patricia Clarkson a grief stricken mother and the ubiquitous Bobby Cannavale as bored Italian hotdog salesman all find each other in a small rural town and become friends. On reflection I think the message in the narrative is not just one of loneliness and redemption through friendship, it is about human kindness in its many guises. It is a little gem of a film.
Finally finished my first plot this morning! and celebrated this afternoon by ordering my new 12 hen poultry house complete with electric fencing and solar panel! It has been back breaking work, but at least after my next two night shifts (tonight and Monday), I can get stuck in planting out! 
The black dot in the background is Maddie, so you can actually see how big my first bed of three in the allotment is going to be! The graveyard (just to the right of this photo) has been a hive of activity today, what with a score of villagers descending on it to lay flowers and clean graves (a big Easter habit I am told). I have worked hard clearing the last of the plot in between conversations with various characters. First Ned and his mother (visiting her family graves) had a chat (she also wanted to visit Fin's grave which touched me greatly). Then an old school friend Susan stopped and had a chin wag, then Hazel's mum , came over to see how I had changed the Church's field: I was surprised I managed to get any work done at all!
eel and his crew filmed San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge during daylight hours from two separate locations for all of 2004, recording most of the two dozen deaths in that year (and preventing several others). They also taped more than 100 hours of interviews with friends, families and witnesses, who recount in sorrowful detail stories of struggles with depression, substance abuse and mental illness. Humm perhaps one could question the ethics of the film maker, but I suspect this film throws up many questions about the psychiatric care, community support, and the dreadful effect suicide has on those left behind.
Just got in after a day in the allotment and garden! It has been a lovely sunny day and I can't believe that I prefer to be outside when it is fine, as I never used to be like this even though I always loved gardening in my little garden in Sheffield.
nts have been potted up,the front garden weeded and lawn cut. I have even cleared another 36 square feet of the allotment, moved and cleaned the chicken house and weighted it down as the badger nearly dug his way inside it last night.
Spaced today as the dogs had to be taken to Buckley straight after night shift for their coat grooming! Meg had an attack of the assertions when she got home and poor George had to hide behind me for a break from her pseudo-shagging actions which actually lasted several hours, I have subsequently learnt that this is purely a dominance type action performed by dogs and bitches!
No Badger tonight! Next doors fat Ginger tom was sitting guard in the centre of the garden, ready and waiting