It was raining this morning as I chatted to mum and dad, telling them about Sarah Jane Adlam. I looked out the back door, peering at the remaining bluebells I didn’t transplant. That’s the other thing I did yesterday, apart from genealogy.
Mirinda isn’t too keen on how the bluebells are all over the place rather than forming a big clump of blue. They were planted by some previous owner of the house so I can’t be blamed for that. And so, yesterday, I started moving them to beneath the hedge, all clumped together. If they manage to survive, they’ll look really good. I repeat IF they survive.
Anyway, I managed to move half of them. It was quite an intensive operation, particularly working between the roots of the hedge. Which is why I only managed half. I fully intended to transplant the second half today but the weather intervened.
So, having been thwarted, I decided to start stripping the corridor wall of wallpaper (also put up by a previous house owner, this time with no taste) in preparation for painting it sage green. Anyone who has stripped well applied wallpaper, will understand why I didn’t finish in a day. I managed to make a huge mess and remove the paper from two ‘panels’. It feels like I’ve stripped an entire house.
My day was interrupted by a hairdressing appointment. There was an embarrassing quantity of grey hair peeking through. This has now been rectified by Gordon and a young girl with remarkable purple hair.
Near the hairdresser is a Peacocks (similar to Best and Less in Australia) so I popped in to look for a t-shirt for Carmen. She was asking for one rather than wear the coat all the time. She wanted something with a heavy metal band on the front and in black but I told her she’d get what she was given. I discovered that t-shirts sized for 1-6 months do not have heavy metal bands on them. The best I could do was an elephant. I’m sure Mirinda will have something to say about that.
After seeing her face, I assured her that no-one would see her in it. She was concerned I’d put it in the blog. Please don’t tell her.