too old, too fat, too slow

It's been an interesting week...  I have been scrabbling around for a cuppla weeks trying to organise strata insurance for the block of units, one of which I own.  The insurance company that we have been with forever (through its incarnations) has got out of strata insurance.  It notified us of this before the policy expired but a bit more time would have been welcome.  Fortunately all the owners agreed on a policy today, so hopefully that's that - apart from the need for everyone to pay up.  The policy expires this Sunday.  Fingers crossed.

There has also been drama at the council with a restructure, and I learned yesterday that I would no longer be Gatehouse Officer after January 2021.  It's been great fun (but it's just one of those things).  I wonder what's next.

Thank goodness for gardens, though, to be honest, my garden's current abundance is proving a bit stressful too - finding freezer space for broad beans and peas.  The garlic is drying in the laundry, so it's lucky that wasn't demolished for the now aborted 'extensions'.

Here are the pretty bits.

Gold Bunny

poppies coming to a close

Sarah's daisy and self sown snapdragon, ixias in the background

this border has done well this year but it will be gone next year

curry plant about to bloom and self-sown nigella

self-sown iris and nigella - happy colour happenstance

good old Daphne finally in flower

Luisa Augustine

more self-sown nigella, in the sage plant this time

poppies, cornflowers and artichokes

pig and teapot

osso bucco with gnocchi and home grown peas and asparagus

I feel better now.