Project veg
(Produce from my mother’s new allotment: Glasgow, Scotland)
Last week (just before Project B got underway) I visited my family in Carlisle. My mother is to embark on a three week monster holiday to Australia via Singapore and Hong Kong, and she wanted to catch up with me before leaving. She’s sentimental, that one. So to sweeten the (already lovely) deal of going home at short notice, I was gifted all this home grown veg. There were beans, peas, onions, lettuce, potatoes, courgettes, and tiny weeny carrots. I gifted some of it since there was no way I could reasonably invent enough meals to contain all of these before they began to decay. However, I still have my onions – I intend to risotto at least one of them today. What a home grown haul.
All has been quiet again here on world meets rosie but I assure you, lots has been going on behind the scenes. The past week’s photographs are solely related to the bathroom affairs – I won’t bore you with too much more of that. Project B is on hold in a physical sense – nothing has altered in the bathroom since you last read anything. However, with any luck there will be good news today and perhaps work can start on Monday. Fingers crossed this will all be over soon. The entire situation is chipping away steadily at the quality of my life in general, namely my sanity, patience and ability to work. My poor flatmates have borne it well, as have several friends who have stepped in to help – either by allowing flatmates to stay with them, lending me dehumidifiers or just offering advice, hugs and a cup of tea.
Along with this fiasco, there is Project G (garden) which threatens to eat up my entire weekend; I have organised two skips to be available on Saturday morning so we can clear the remainder of the wood, tarpaulin and rubble that is still piled up threateningly at the back of the flats. It has been a subject of consternation for some time – not least because of the bread debacle. Anyway, I have been under increasing pressure from other residents after (rather rashly, perhaps) instigating a movement to clear this hideous mess and create a simple lawn. Despite Project B becoming the focus of most of my efforts, I have been funneled back into project manager mode by a neighbour and soon, a lawn will be within reach. I only hope Project B is completed well ahead of Project G. If I have a fully grown lawn before I have a shower in my home, I don’t think I’ll have any flatmates or any self motivation left.
On the upside; my sister is visiting this weekend, I have been recently paid (finally), I am making a pancake brunch for people (who help with the skip) on Saturday, I have a part time job interview coming up, I have a haircut booked next week, as well as several friends visiting, I just booked a trip to Berlin for next month, I am alive, I do not have gangrene and I am going to make risotto with a home grown onion today. So much to be thankful for.
– Today Rosie is working, emailing, calling, hassling and probably being rude to some insurance bureaucrats in Glasgow, Scotland –
What was Project A and when will we get Project H?