Soggy

This wouldn’t be a blog written by an English person if occasionally I didn’t dedicate a post to the weather. It seems I can never be happy, when it is grey and dull I am miserable and can’t wait for the sunshine and then the sunshine finally does it bit to please me and pops out and all I do is moan about it.

The weather here for the past week has got progressively more and more soggy. The sort of heat where you have to swim through the air it is oppressive. The sort of heat where I have to shower at least four times a day or I’ll melt into a little pool of Gemma related liquid. Working in an office with no air conditioning and windows like a greenhouse doesn’t help much either!

We have a hose pipe ban here too which means I had to rethink my planting plans for the Summer too. However, there are a variety of plants that I simply have to have or it isn’t an English Summer to me. Petunias, lobelia and Busy Lizzies. When M came to visit we spent an over heated afternoon in a garden centre picking out the perfect plants to plant in my ice-cream coloured troughs.

This year I have lilac, deep purple and cream petunias. The trumpet flowers are so unapologetic in their vulgarness that you just have to love them. I always like to plant them with lobelia, as their little flowers always look so helpless that I always feel as though somehow the petunias will protect them from the evil plant faeries. (I have a very over active imagination at times!) Petunias are the Scarlet O’Hara gossip of my Summer garden where as I always think of the lobelia as being Melanie, small and apologetic yet somehow almost stronger than anything else.

Remember my rescue quilt?

This is G roasting away pleasantly at the weekend. I convinced him to buy a hat for the Summer and then forced him to spend the weekend bonding with it. I feel it is very important to bond with your Summer hat, if you treat it kindly and like a good friend it will serve you well all season long. I think they are now in tune with each other. I came home one day this week and found him asleep in it, just tipped gently over his eyes. So, you see they are in sympathy with each other already!

On a "creative" front I haven’t really done much. The heat seems to sap me of all energy and inclination to do anything more than lay down and read a trashy book or sit in front of the fan indulging in guilty television pleasures. I have made good progress with the second sock though whilst sitting in front of reruns of this series of Dr Who. The finale is this weekend and I can’t wait. And whilst it seems that Rose is indeed leaving at least my beloved David Tennant will be sticking around for a while longer.