My Gardening Prowess and the Days of Our Lives Update

Thank goodness my gardening prowess (on the face of it at least) appears to be better than my blogging prowess... cos to be honest even I am disappointed with the regularity of my blogging.

It's been 18 days since my last confession, I mean blog... and not much has been happening. Well I guess that depends upon your point of view really. Let's start with the gardening update...

Watermelons - going well though I need to transplant them as they are outgrowing the useful life of the egg carton. This of course also means I need to do some real gardening and weeding and stuff and none of this pretend egg carton gardening I have gotten away with so far. I may even have to get my hands dirty!!!
Chives - faded a wee bit there but still surviving. Will need transplanting too soon... nurse hand me the scalpel... ooops wrong transplant (that was funny!!!)
Carrots - about bloody time!!! I see leaves on like two or three - come on guys you are letting the team down. Do I need to come out and give you a pep talk???
Parsley - same as the carrots, bunch of slackers (did you get it? Bunch of parsley - am I on fire tonight or what??)
Lettuce - "Let us" not even go there. The poor things, rest their lettuce souls, didn't really stand a chance to be honest. Not after the cats attacked them at least. Bless their hearts (lettuce hearts that is)!!

Ok so enough of the bad vege jokes...

Well........ as my good friend Tania said (I mention her cos I know she is reading this - did you see I now follow your blog so its about time you did something to it)... what's happening in the "Days of Our Lives" as she so kindly refers to my life at the moment.

Hope Brady and Captain Carver... no wait you want the real Days of Our Lives...

So anyway The eldest step daughter's boyfriend moved out, again (no comment on the grounds I might incriminate myself), though he has been back every day this week but then that could because eldest step daughter is on leave all week. It all happened last Wednesday when I was minding my own business and out with Tania (Queen Tania as her royalness likes to be called) visiting with Miss Wendy and the still yet to be named Miss Tiny (both of whom better be reading this cos I read their blog!!!).

On my way home I happened to check my phone for messages... I was stopped at a set of lights so technically NOT driving at the time... and low and behold in teenage text language (which might as well be a foreign language at times and NOT English) I received a message from aforementioned boyfriend that he has moved out... Yeah thanks for the warning, mate!!!!

When I arrived home... yes he had moved out. His mummy came and picked him up. Enough said.

Well almost enough. I have put my foot down and said he doesn't move back. And though I haven't said it specifically to my darling husband (who shall from now on be referred to as DH)... if the boyfriend moves back. I move out.

The subject of my next blog... or at least somewhere in the near future... may be my search for a roof for over my head. A girl's gotta stand up for her principals!!!!!