This morning I made 76 scones. The final 9 are Rose Sprinkle scones which I really want to try out but I can’t. Anyway I haven’t got the clotted cream yet. So instead I have had toast & marmite and milk for lunch, which has to last me until after I’ve had my filling done plus the ‘two hours before you eat anything’ rule.
I have had some very dodgy bouts of garden hair this week. Every overhead branch pulls my hair around until I end up with a Worzel Gummidge effect. Coming in from the garden I have to restrain and re-train the mess and usually I need someone to groom the sticks, buds and petals out. There was a whole bunch of tiny rose buds yesterday from the Rambling Rector which kept dropping out whenever I turned my head. Some sort of hat would seem to be in order really and I found one yesterday but it just sprang off again within five minutes. Hey ho at least the garden looks nice.
Yesterday I made my parachute tent. 13 metres of nylon parachute material can quickly dominate a room and there were times I thought of tipping it out of the attic window to see what kind of a parachute it would make – with me attached to it. But eventually mastery was mine and the folds and billows were constructed into a cover for the old greenhouse frame. It now looks like a secret military bunker. I just need a couple of dashing film star types to dress in military uniform and pop in and out of the tent at various strategic times tomorrow afternoon. Now that is what I call a garden feature!
Having belonged to a theatrical society for more years than I care to remember I have got used to the histrionics of many thespian types over the years – and I’m not saying I don’t have a tendency to be a bit over-dramatic at times – but I thought Morris Dancing was a much more casual affair…..No, it isn’t. There are as many Prima Donnas and prickly egos there as there are anywhere. Last night one of the gentleman musicians upped and walked out, huffily, because it took us a longer time than usual to get on and get started. And this is not an isolated instance nor is he the only person to do so.