Our harvest this year has been decidedly disappointing. Our chillies resulted in the princely total of two, my cotton buds have failed to open and our tomatoes were rubbery. Lots of things failed to grow at all, and I can only think that the soil has become alkaline from where the cement was mixed last year. The trees on the other side of the yard are growing fine – so it just seems to be our vegetable patch that is affected. Typical!
We’ve been playing cold relay. I’ve had it, Ian’s had it and it’s come back to me again. Generally we keep lurgy free, so these are our first colds for ages.
My new bike arrived this morning, however it has been dropped in transit and one of the forks is bent – so we are awaiting instructions as to what happens next in a case like this.
And if small chilli harvests, colds and damaged bikes weren’t enough to contend with, I fell off my old bike on Monday. It was marginally more exciting than the last time I fell off – when I was stationary and toppled over in slow motion. This time I had just been watered by the water lorry that sprays the road to keep the dust down, and I’d stopped to get out of his way. When I started to pedal again I went over a stone and the bike skidded. I went one direction and the bike went the other. Although I hadn’t actually really got going and was going no speed at all, I still managed to scrape my elbow and bruise my big toe.