The Arm of the Law

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Murphy’s Law, that is; or maybe it’s Sod’s. Whatever it is, I seem to be subject to it.
The sun had been up for about an hour yesterday when I eventually arrived home, jetlagged and fully prepared to commit murder for a decent cup of tea. What is it with Americans and tea? Didn’t they recover from the Boston Tea Party?
Anyway, Messrs. Murphy and Sod had been busy during my brief absence. Nearly all the outdoor tomatoes have been ravaged by blight, there’s enough dandelions between the patio slabs to feed a battalion of tortoises, and slugs have been living the high life in the potted Dahlias. And all this before I even got through the door!
That was fun. I found myself almost physically excluded by a small mountain range composed of junk mail. I should have sent myself a postcard. At least I’d have had something interesting to read. Now for that cup of tea!
Wrong!! The milk had gone off.
Now, I had choices. Try and thaw out another can of milk in the microwave, drink coffee with Coffeemate or limp down the road to Lidl’s for some fresh milk. Limp? Yes, well. A few hours earlier, some dopey male individual just happened to park his overweight siutcase on my foot. I yelped, he glared at me, snarled something in what I think was Klingon, and stomped off.
Shoving the milk in the mic. on defrost, I went for a little hobble round the garden.
At last, something good. The bees must have been busy earlier in the year, because I have beans, beans and more beans. The Buddleia x weyeriana (a cross between davidii and globosa) is flowering profusely and I remembered I’d promised Mookins a pic.of it. The blight hasn’t touched the greenhouse tomatoes, and they’re now showing good colour. One or two were even ripe. I picked those to have with my lunch.
Making my weary way back indoors, the mic. ping-ed as I got to the kitchen. There was enough milk thawed for me to have that long awaited cup of tea. Sublime beverage in hand, I came in here (the engine room) to see what had been happening on GoY.
That idea went straight out of the window as I stood and stared for a moment in disbelief. The clock was going backwards. (It still is)
Trying not to spill my tea, I fell about laughing. Enough was enough. I drank my tea, left everything else go hang, and went to bed.
Sorry, there’s no photos. There wasn’t time, and it wasn’t a holiday. Still jetlagged, but will post some garden pics soon.
Missed you all.

• 9 Aug, 2009
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