In other news: Crow has buggered off with a crowy mate. Good news I suppose, but the garden isn't the same without him. The two of them knock about occasionally and make a lot of noise. I don't know if he'll be back after the Season or if they'll now stay together and do crowy things.
It has rained a lot, almost all the time in fact. It's starting to feel like a replay of last year. Super.
I have dealt with more clutter issues. As in the charity shop has been the beneficiary of a car-load, the tip of another and a local shop yet another. I'm being ruthless. Which isn't to say there aren't any vintage jelly moulds or storage jars left. There are. Today I'll be tackling the old videos (charity shop says yes, they want them), old paint tins in the cellar and possibly a cupboard full of vintage linens. Keeping it varied helps me from getting overloaded or bored, I find. Butterfly mind.
I broke my good scales. Very, very annoying. I was putting them away when I lost my grip. I have a vintage pair (of course) but I'm not sure how accurate they are. I fell for their looks rather than their usefulness.
And finally, the rhubarb keeps growing. I find the look of it most disturbing. It reminds me of the Alien bursting out of John Hurt in the film.
PS. Anne mentioned that she'd found some 'missing' comments in a spam file where Typepad had helpfully diverted them. I thought I'd check mine just in case, and guess what? So if you've commented and it disappeared it may now have re-appeared. I'll check it regularly now.