It must have been weeks ago that I hurriedly sowed the end bed with broad bean seeds but finally stout, green shoots are pushing up through the manure mulch. Though on reflection it is rather sad to have one, broad bean seedlings are my favourite. So many other vegetables start life as minute, fragile structures vulnerable to everything, but not the bean. Few things eat it and the moment a leaf unfurls the thing looks like a real plant. On the subject of things which are a little ‘sad’, after two or three weeks of near continual contact C are really scraping the barrel for conversation. A good 20 minutes was spent on the way to work ranking native trees in order of manliness and demonstrating what response you might expect from each if you hit them with a stick. It’s not as crazy as it sounds really when you consider it was an off shoot from a perfectly sensible conversation about what a moaning hedge might sound like! Oh yes and if you're wondering, oak was the manliest, sounding rather like BA Barackas when hit and spindle, owing to its smooth bark, slender form and pretty flowers was deemed the botanical Julian Clary.
Another successful day at the office and despite not putting saw to wood until 10 AM again, there is only 25 m of the original 150 m left to go.
Dinner
Steak and ale pie with potato and onion layer and baked beans. For some reason baked beans are one of the very few ready foods we buy. Extravagant I know, but there's nothing like a can of beans to bring together a meal of leftovers.
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