Posted by Ursula on Sunday, 29 June 2008
I have finally realised what my blog is good for.
Nine o’clock BST on a Sunday morning no one, and I mean no one, in which ever part of the world, is awake. My dear M, since we only spoke a few hours ago and you were going to work through the night, who could blame you. As to the rest of you…
Anyway this is about gardening. Paul, it’s ok, you don’t need to bring the mower after all; the lawn is, as of yesterday, under control – does wonders for your biceps. (Do you think Roshan would lend me a hand if forced to show it?) As not to disturb the neighbours I only started weeding the front about an hour ago. I don’t mind battling with nature but you have to ask yourself some serious questions in the face of a suburbian front garden.
And if you are hoping for any answers: Forget it.
Sometimes I think life is like a steeple chase, jumping unnecessary hurdles. No wonder, I bunked off so many PE lessons. Which reminds me of you, my dearest sweetest Vern, taking the easy way out: You are into cacti which, you hope, won’t need watering. But they do need talking to; or they start wilting from the inside out. How did you once advise me: Throw caution to the wind.
Which I think I have just done with this self indulgent post.
U
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Paul Groves said
Ursula: I do hate to disagree with you, but you’re wrong (I’ve wanted to write that for so long!)
Not only was I awake at 9am on a Sunday morning, I’d done a 10-mile bike ride, a blog post about Glastonbury and Dr Who and fed next door’s cats (they’re at Glastonbury).
I find the period between 6am-10am to be one of my most productive. But I am beginning to think that a mid-afternoon nap might also be a good idea.
Ursula said
Paul, so glad to oblige. Though, technically speaking, you weren’t asleep how could I have got hold of you whilst you were on your bike ride and/or feeding next door’s cats?
I have known for a while that I had found a kindred spirit in you; someone who appreciates the early hours of the day; and what better than in the summer? Light, peace, quiet – paradise.
And the afternoon cat nap works more miracles than any cup of coffee at 2 pm can ever achieve. The trick is to limit it to twenty to thirty minutes (unless you are Spanish – but then they have their own body clock and rarely eat dinner before 10 pm).
Ursula