Sorry for not blogging for ages... I've had a very busy couple of weeks. I've been doing a lot of editing work, and other things too.
Not everything has been a fun thing. We had to say goodbye to a friend who died of cancer a couple of weeks ago. What with his being a biker, though, it was an amazing funeral, attended by lots of his friends on bikes. I rode pillion, so had to overcome some nerves for that. Such a thoughtful day. He had planned for what he wanted for his ceremony, but he had also very much planned to live as well, and I think there's a lot we can learn from that.
I've not had much time to get to the allotment, so things have been growing again... oh my goodness.
|These are earlies. I dug them up laties.|
|1950s Flying Wall Marrows|
|These are definitely not pinstripe.|
|Pumpkin with hand for scale. Mind it's my hand, which is tiny.|
Poets with Babies
This weekend, I've had my birthday (my 4th eleventh one), and I've done my history-based comedy show in Leicester (at the Guildhall in the mayor's parlour again!). This time OH came on the adventure! And one of my friends from uni came to watch, which was brilliant. I've had a lovely, lovely time, but I am quite pooped and ready for bed now.