Look, a new posing patch! I had no idea those stepping stones were hiding beneath the undergrowth. Last summer's geraniums are looking surprisingly perky.
It's definitely looking a bit better, isn't it? Still wild and exciting but a lot less neglected.
It's getting easier to keep track of the cats now.
I've been in ratty old gardening gear since Monday so it was a novelty to get frocked up and head for the market despite the torrential rain and freezing temperatures.
Who notices the scratches and broken nails when there's Barry M polish and tribal jewellery to look at?
I'm wearing my Great-Grandfather's silver Vesta case today. It's inscribed with his initials, FAC (for Francis Arthur Crosby) and dated 1895.
|1970s maxi dress (courtesy of Helga the great) worn with 1970s suede coat (£2, Salvation Army), fringed suede duffel (courtesy of the fabulous Mrs That's Not My Age), original Dolcis platforms (£4.99, PDSA) and a huge hair bow with cameo (the lovely Louise)|
This is what we'll be eating later, my home-made vegetable Jalfrezi with wholemeal chapati and steamed brown rice,
followed by a large Havana Club Rum and cola (or two).
See you soon.