Ive not had my weird dreams for a while i am kind of missing them , they were the psychedelic bonus of the menopause , best ive managed was Kate Bush in a mates tent at a scooter rally of late . Does this mean im officially an old hag , apart from the odd night flush it seems to have come and gone rather uneventfully more like endless petty annoyances than a major event .
So its now officially monsoon season , the strawberries are huge and tasteless this year , my beans are looking lush and green and ive given up on the weed situation , sod it the greenery can fight it out among themselves , cant even get to the bottom of the garden because a bush has taken over the path ..lol
raspberries ,well the birds are enjoying them im sure i will get a load off the autumn ones for the freezer, so i dont mind sharing these ones . I dont need to save as much this year if its just us . Not many plums or apples on the trees but the pear is its usual mental self , in fact the little triple apple tree doesnt have an apple in sight , wont do it any harm to take the year off and i can manage with just eaters this year .
Ive been looking into voluntary work of some type but there doesnt seem to be anything locally all would involve traveling, which i cant afford , plus i need a babysitter for Mr Bah Humbug . decisions decisions.
If nothing else i may start to make a mountain of useful stuff for the charity shop , ive so much fabric and thread kicking about , seeking inspiration, anything but bags , i do think that bags have been done to death of late in environmental zeal . Though ive some ghastly 80s curtains that could go into foodbank shopping bags i suppose .
So lets face it im plodding through life at the moment , more like hobbling through life as my already motorbike damaged leg appears to have suffered permanent damage from the 3 months of shingles , the joys of aging you fall apart bit by bit