Milly Mossop

The shackles are off!

Dear loyal and occasional readers,

Some very exciting news from Mossop Manor: as of 1 hour ago I am officially unemployed!

This is exciting in the sense of an oil rig capsizing being exciting: not necessarily good news, but certainly consequential, and something to speculate on. (And no, I don't know if oil rigs can capsize either, perhaps I meant topple over, or just sway a bit dramatically).

Anyway, in the first instance, once I've had a cup of tea and a packet of Kit Kats (this being a very long break) I'm going to pick up my cyber pen and write 'til I can write no more (or 'til Mozz starts bleating for attention, whichever comes first).

Actually, I'll come clean. I'm not really going to have a packet of Kit Kats. I'm going to have a quiche Lorraine, it's in the oven now. But the strapline have a break, have a quiche Lorraine never really took off so I thought I'd pretend for the sake of easy association. Why does that phrase evoke prostitution?..

I'm hungry which is why I'm gabbling so I'm going to stop here and go and plant some snowdrops whilst waiting for the quiche to cook. I rather randomly bought a packet of a dozen snowdrop bulbs the last time I was in Waitrose, and now the romantic in me is using them as a measure of my new career success. By the time the snowdrops appear in early Spring, I want to be successful in my new career.

Just got to figure out what it's going to be...

Milly, Milly, you're quite silly, how does your garden grow?

With cherry tomatoes

And an olive tree

And chili plants all in a row!

Yes, as if blogging, drinking beer in pubs, and sitting on my fat arse wasn't enough, I've taken up gardening.

Well at the moment it's more roofing, as we don't have a garden, but when we do, hopefully in a couple of weeks, it will be a South facing one. And I finally understood why that is deemed to be a Good Thing when Mozz explained some basic astronomy to me (south facing  = more sunshine) and thought "well hang on a minute, I can't have this astronomical, herbaceous phenomenon going to waste, I must grow things!"

So I popped downstairs to Woolies, where you can buy everything, and came across Mr. Fothergill, a lovely looking man who gives away seeds in handy pots with a bag of compost for next to nothing. And I got chilies, and cherry tomatoes and also some packets of courgette and dwarf bean seeds. Oh and some herb seeds too.

And I went back to the flat, which is handily designed a bit like a greenhouse, and I planted my seeds in the pots and left them in front of the (south facing) window-wall, and a week later the shoots appeared! I honestly felt a maternal tug.

Then I put them out of the roof and they've been thriving ever since.

Tell you what though, I'm going to stick to writing about pubs, this is dull as celibacy.

But I will let you know if anything exciting happens (like when the chilies bear fruit, if Mozz decides to get a bit hands on with them, forgets to wash his hands then goes for a wee...)