A weed is a plant that's totally in the wrong place but intends to stay......Well I am not a bloody weed but feel this last week attending to Tin Pan Alley, I have become a weed not a rose a stubborn rootified weed.
My project Tin Pan Alley if you remember is what my oldest friend Sylvia ( Akha) Mrs Bucket christened my garden, this became a mission that either would kill me or cure me, and I have been on many of those journeys this past 10 years, up to now have survived twice the Big C, cared for a husband, and widowed, so think I have the badge of honor for endurance, so Tin Pan Alley is not going to beat me, should start singing or playing music if this is really Tin Pan Alley, but will not treat everyone to that experience LOL.
I have worked all week digging clearing and on all fours for this blessed pleasure, but am now beginning to fall in love, with the prospect of enjoying this space with future friends, in evenings with a few glasses of wine and for the men batches of cans, some nice food and exciting chat, on how we survived the lockdown, hopefully that's not premature and it don't sneak up on me.
I have missed all my friends tremendously and felt their absence so much.
Steve has been a brick with safe distancing walks, helping with the knocking down shed, and the lovely chats to Viv in the garden have been lovely too. And what wouldn't we all have done without our Bingo nights without Dan our saviour.
This lockdown I seem to have tried to tackle jobs that so needed a man about the house, so its a daunting fact you ignore these jobs or you keep on top of them, sadly ignoring them seemed the better option. and I am now paying the price for my folly.
But not to be put off I have persevered, and hopefully it will look ok when done, well done as much as I can possibly can but enough about the trials and boring trivial actions of my lockdown for a while at least.
Last night I made a tasty Tortilla, for me and Steve love cooking and as I have mentioned got out of the habit of late, as I really enjoy cooking for people, earlier had prepared myself a pear, melon basil tomato and prawn salad, with home made lemon and tarragon dressing, it was delish, that's when I thought get a Tortilla done too. Tonight its my fav spag bog all home made sauce natural ingredients with herbs tomato's garlic and red wine, and mince from the best butcher in town, so that's on the menu at Des Res Tin Pan Alley.
Watched catch up of Corro, it maybe institutionalized, but do I care not a flea's chance. That Geof in it at the Mo is driving me and others insane with his devious ways, but so want Jasmine to thrash him, but in reality it shows how you can be snared into a relation ship and see no escape. I have lots of friends who now after being widowed or divorced, choose to stay single but with a companion, I think the older generation prefer this, no drama's no times to fall out, always maybe seeing the best at all times and if for reasons a storm brew's, just take yourself back home to your retreat, share a bed but have the option of slipping into another room, or back to your own abode, you see no room for the tell tale signs of boredom, LOL.
The only shops open at the moment are things to do while not wanting to do anything, if that makes sense, I wonder how many kitchens, bedrooms, lounges, oh and dreaded TIN PAN ALLEYS have been on peeps agenda's, I bet some blokes are really having it bad, all the time in the world now boy's to finish all those job's you've started.
Right break time for my super, be back in a few mouthfuls of fooood. Back now decided to go for a quick walk as it was much later than normal, peeped over Steves fence and had a sneaky look at all the garden stuff Sylvia has given him to plant, and the little cherry tree I gave him,
I felt a few spots of rain so just a couple of times round by the stream walk which is pleasant, but enough I think for me today. So eaten my Spag Bog, and going to have a glass of red wine, a cheeky bottle hiding in the old shed, love my personal delivery of my Vino every few months but won't be seeing some for some time now. The bottles label looks a bit scabby due to the wine sheds condition, but trust me it will go down a treat.
Mossie and myself who have mentioned I think, his mum and dad were my Chemo buddies, and think they are the most wonderful couple in the world, well he and me have sunk a few bottles in the past and needlessly to say, put the whole world to right on those nights.
Canal boat diaries on now, love the waterways, wish I could afford a gorgeous barge I think I will call her (Come on IRENE), why Irene because she was an old friend of mine and special, and always at our friends night club Lynroy's we always danced our hearts out to this, hated the song but loved Irene, Ralph her husband used to mend the locks on the water ways, he was a manager of seven trent waterways. It would be lovely to moor up or have your own little place, I would have a dog with a scarf and call him chip, ahhr well that's another imaginary moment.
Many years ago when we were kids, Sylvia and all the other kids down our street , used to go to the bridge over the canal at the Bull in the hollow, we would be there all day swimming and jumping off the bridge, imagine you couldn't do it now with all the pollution, we didn't know about that we were young daring and this was fun to be had and boy we did have fun.
Kids today will never know grazed knees, being stung by nettles and using Doc leafs to cool the welts on your skin, they don't come with Nintendo.
Now for that glass of wine and in my Jamie Oliver glasses that were in the shed for years from the rescue rubble, it will be most enjoyable, and well deserved.
Van der Valk as just started now loved this in the 70s looks like its going to be good, hope so.
Might call it a day now because will be up early if weather permitting, to get my hands on soil, Gods own earth and paying for it WTF, oh hopefully going to get some sleepers for edging and slate and pebbles for the new theme. Its all coming together folks......the garden fun party place, will invite you all.......On my blog of course when its a wrap, hopefully we'll all be able to do this again soon in real life.... not that I'll have a swimming pool, well maybe a paddling pool for the big kids
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