Silence, seaside and seeds

Silence, seaside and seeds

What is that I can hear? Is it the sound of silence? Yes, my cough of eight weeks has finally bitten the dust thanks to the wonderful addition of a ventolin inhaler.  Apparently my breathing tubes had gone into spasm which was preventing the cough from departing, but after a few puffs on the magic potion the troublesome squatter in my lungs left the building. I have taken out an injunction to prevent it returning.

Since my last blog I have been to the seaside to escape the madness of the Royal Wedding.  Don’t get me wrong, I support the Royal family and this country would be a worse place without them, but spending quality time on a buckshee day off was more important to me than sitting in front of the television all day watching the nuptials of two people I do not know personally.  The highlights were re-run over and over on Sky news in the evening so I got to see the best bits without having to listen to oodles of presenters pontificating all day.  Apparently the DVD of the ceremony was available to buy on the following Wednesday.  I did have a giggle (like the rest of the nation I expect) at the hats on Beatrice and Eugenie.  Well done girls, you won the bet.

The seaside trip was superb, paddling on three different beaches in less than 24 hours.  Also managed to take in visits to Swanage, Sandbanks, Dorchester, Salisbury, Stonehenge, Lulworth Castle, Lulworth Cove, Durdle Door and Corfe Castle.  The weather was great, contrary to what the weather forecasters had predicted for the area, and the wind was useful in helping to propel me along the cliff top footpath.

Planting out fever has hit my garden over the past couple of weeks.  I have a stack of fruit and veg in various containers and they are growing well so far.  There will not be enough to warrant a stall outside the front of the house (well maybe the tomatoes will produce far too many for me to eat) but I should have a plentiful crop to pick as and when I need them.  If only I could grow chocolate bars in the garden then life would be sweet (pardon the pun).

This week is going to be struggle with five working days.  Having got used to shorter weeks with all these bank holidays I could do without the return of two day weekends.  Roll on the end of the month when there is another three day block.  Perhaps I should actively encourage the rest of the young royals to marry at regular intervals throughout the year in the hope we may get more days off.

This is all.