Cannot seem to spell today - am having one of those vague scatty days overshadowed by a persistent feeling that I've forgotten something. I suppose this is because things began chaotically, descended quickly into farce when I reversed into a concrete pole in front of, oh, ten or so people I know (actually no damage done, just slightly bruised wing mirror but still felt like large goose and not the laying golden egg kind).
So, was heading home after school run, but decided I just could not face home. Book is like sourdough bread attempt - utter disaster, smells funny, and now lodged in kitchen sink drain. House untidy, and just could not be bothered to tidy it up so it gets untidied again by this evening. Too hot outside to do anything in the garden except watch seedlings wither and die (WITHER AND DIE - sorry, didn't mean to shout but that is how it sounds in my head).
So thought Sod This and took off down Galston Gorge to see where I ended up.
Well, at the Dural Feedstore buying bales of straw for the chooks was where I ended up first. Was nice to go and have a wander - amongst the stacks of hay and bags of grain. Always smells so cosy. Popped two bales in the boot, couldn't see a damn thing out the back, but felt extremely rural.
Then found self at Swanes. Was bliss as place was cool and quiet and I had it all to myself. Went fossicking amongst the dead and dying plants on sale and found two tea camellias and two Lilly Pillys for the princely price of $16 for the lot. Was rather chuffed. Bit of tlc and I reckon I should be able to save a couple of them.
Availed self of facilities at Swanes before leaving AND as departed ladies discovered long skirt tucked in knickers BEFORE anyone else had a chance to see it. Yes. Things on the up. No doubt about it.
Then stopped at a roadside stall and bought lovely lovely fruit and vegies, and the most damn sexy eggplants you ever saw.
Then trundled home to find seed potatoes had arrived. Hurray. Also swede seeds - hubby will not be impressed, but I like swedes.
And when I finally got around to settling down at my computer, was disturbed once more by the chooks pecking at lounge doors (think they were trying to eat algea growing on glass). Informed them that I will be requiring eggs soon, but they just sauntered off, making sure I saw them pointedly ignoring my chook defences on my next years tomato bed (presently trying to grow green manure crop, which is delicious to chickens).