It really is a good year for the roses here. Mine have gone bonkers and grown really tall, I've had to stake them all up. The heavy rain recently put paid to some lovely blooms but hopefully they'll keep flowering. The smell is divine, it wafts over as we sit in the garden; the rosa mundi (in the pictures) as always hasn't disappointed.
The blog title comes from this song by Elvis Costello. It remimds me of being in the 6th Form and getting the news that a friend had died after a long fight against cancer. She was eighteen and one of the cleverest girls at school, she'd won a place at Oxford and had worked like a demon to get it. While we'd all been partying and cramming, she'd worked steadily.
I suppose I still favour the party and cram method in life; I like a deadline, it makes me work harder and I'll often leave things 'til the last minute. Like the spare room that's been half painted for two years, abandoned when the person who started the project decided he wouldn't be staying.
Visitors since then have slept on a put-me-up bed in the front room as the spare room was such an eyesore. We are due a visit from my daughter's uni friend next week so I've been at it on the decorating front for three days solid now. It's a makeover rather than a scratch job, but I don't think the room had been done since the year dot. I've done the emulsion and the trims (doors, skirting etc.) and just have the sopt cleaning of the carpet to do. Which I'm not looking forward to. It really needs new flooring but for now the old, joined (??) carpet will have to do- with a strategic rug.
It looks so much better already. And it's one of the summer jobs ticked off the list. Two more rooms are on there as well, not sure I'll manage them as one can experience a certain emulsion overload, we'll see. Maybe I'll even get some photos together. Off now to mow the lawns as rain is forecast for tomorrow, so they won't scorch hopefully. I just won't look at the weeds...