Cooler

It’s far cooler this week.  I know that not everywhere in the UK has been roasting but London has.  On Wednesday (32C) we went to the Bleeding Heart, sat in the courtyard and pretended that we were in the south of France.  I had snails to start and then we shared the Cote de Boeuf.

The Bleeding Heart

I am rather relieved that it isn’t as hot this week – it might even rain today!  My friend N (who is from Malaysia) sometimes talks about “candle princesses” (people who melt in the heat) and I may be one.  Heat is super when you’re in the Maldives / Seychelles / you get the idea (although much about 25C and it gets a bit much) but it isn’t a whole lot of fun when you have to get the bus into central London.

It’s not good to rush around in the heat

Shopping trolley

Yesterday I got a shopping trolley off my husband’s super mum for my birthday.  This is very exciting – I’ve wanted one for ages but either I hadn’t got round to getting round to buying one for myself or my husband has point blank refused to get me one.  I think he thinks it’s either (1) grannyish, (2) an inconvenience or a combination of the two.  He’s wrong though – it is just the thing if you live in central London – I keep seeing tattooed hipsters with them.  Plus, the other day I collected my son and his friend from school – each child had three bags with them, I had my handbag and a cotton shopper.  Result: I completely took over the luggage area on the bus.  It would have been a blessed convenience to have been able to shove all those bags in a shopping trolley.

Anyway, here it is:

Rolser shopping trolley in blue
It folds up really small

My friend E used to live in Barcelona and she said that absolutely everyone there had one.  They don’t have supermarkets there so everyone goes out to the market every couple of days.

I am particularly looking forward to using it at sports day.  It’s just the thing for lugging a picnic blanket, load of picnic stuff and a bottle of Pimms to a playing field.

Hot

It is pretty hot here right now – about 31C (getting on for 90F) in central London.  I am ratty, my children are ratty.  I have sunburn (I did put cream on but it wasn’t enough) and I can’t concentrate.  I had a piano lesson today and it was quite embarrassing because I just wasn’t getting the rhythm right.

Summer

Not a whole lot has happened here.  I’ve ordered my son’s uniform for next year (it will be nice if he starts the school year without a load of pasta sauce stains on his polo shirt and with shorts that aren’t too tight).  I need to get him to do his reading and piano practice but haven’t quite managed to stir myself.

Sorry, this was a bit of a pointless post.

New plants for my birthday

Sorry it’s been a while.  We are on half term and yesterday was my birthday.

We did a few things yesterday and one of them was to go round a garden centre – I needed some more coriander and dill (both had bolted) and while I was there, I also picked up some hyssop, chervil and basil (Greek, Genovese and Black).

I also wanted to tackle the bed nearest the kitchen door, which has a hideous slug / creeping yellow buttercup problem.  I ended up getting another sea holly, six marigolds, two petunias (one black, one purple and white) and some thing I can’t remember the name of.  It is quite possible the slugs will eat the petunias but maybe they won’t.

Before I planted all that out, I sprayed the creeping yellow buttercup with some noxious weedkiller.  Then I had an attack of guilt and became I had killed the entire bed.  So I got the hose out and watered the whole bed down.  Then I did what I did last time and dug the yellow buttercup out with my hand fork.

Flowerbed with new plants and without the yellow buttercup (for now)

One thing I did notice when I was planting the new sea holly is that there seemed to be three little sea holly plants already in the bed.  I will be amazed if they are actually sea holly plants (because plants I like don’t tend to reproduce, only ones I hate – like the yellow buttercup).  However, I have moved them (one to the middle of this bed and two to another bed) and will see how they do.

I love marigolds but was always convinced that they would clash with all my other flowers.  However, I am past caring.  As long as the bastard slugs don’t eat them, I will be happy enough.  The pelargoniums have only just started to recover.

My kind husband also got me another cold frame (because, once I repotted my foxglove seedlings, I didn’t have room for them all.  Then the slugs ate most of the ones outside the cold frame).  I got some yellow foxglove seeds and sowed them in a tray with normal compost.  I’m not sure how they’ll do – there were only about 65 seeds in the packet (the packets of ordinary foxglove seeds have about 1,500 in there) but I hope that two or three will come through.  I’ve never seen a yellow foxglove.

Flowers from my husband’s mum

Lavender

I’m watching the Election 2017 right now – I won’t comment on it here because whatever I write will be wrong, wrong, wrong by the time you read it. Instead, I thought I’d mention how nice the lavender outside St Paul’s Cathedral is looking.

The lavender outside St Paul’s Cathedral has started to flower

The gardeners have been doing quite a bit of new planting.  I’m sure it will look brilliant once it gets started.

Like this

A bit off topic but I’ve just read a super book, “Only Ever Yours” by Louise O’Neill.  It was recommended by someone on Mumsnet – she did tell me that it makes The Handmaid’s Tale look like something out of Disney.  It has a terrible title but basically it is fairly dark Sci Fi.  Someone else said that we should all make our teenage daughters read it but I’m not certain that I would want my daughter to read something so unpleasant.  In any case, she is three so we have a bit of time to go.