Grass verges.

Yes I knew there was something lodged in the back of my mind and I finally remembered what it was. It was grass verges. We have grass verges in our road. At the side of the pavement that is not along the middle. We aren’t rural! Usually one finds mostly grass in grass verges and yep we have mostly grass, along with daisies, buttercups, dandelions and even some vetches. One year there were masses and masses of violets along the verges – which was sooo pretty. But never have I noticed chives growing in them before. Clumps and clumps, all the way down the road. I had to pick a spear to be sure and yep, that familiar chivey scent told me correct. I mean chives – why?

We hit the shops today, the girlie and I. Buying much needed clothes. Yes we DO need them. We DO! Well she says we do. Unfortunately it has just re-affirmed for me how fat I am – well not fat fat but fatter than heretofore. My weight has been a constant source of image problems all my adult life. My grandmother told me I was stout when I was the girlie’s age and I was only a size 10 for goodness sake but those little things lie there in the back of your mind for like forever. Hehehehehehehe, I just remembered that sketch from Not the Nine O’Clock News……’I have a friend who thinks he may be stout…’ It doesn’t help to have two skinny sisters either so I end looking like the dumpling between two sticks of celery. ‘My advice to you, sorry, my advice to your friend ……….he should squeeze out of the closet’ Classic comedy.

I suppose I won’t get carried off by a gust of wind quite so quick. See, there’s an upside to everything.

Well I’d better go heat up my weight watchers pasta. It would be so much better of course if the girlie didn’t put popcorn on the agenda for this evening……..aaaargh