It’s been a busy couple of weeks for me; I came to the realisation quite early on that if I was going to keep the day job under control, and spend time with the various visitors we’ve had recently, then something would have to give. Actually a few things gave – no studying has been done, very few books have been read, and blogging has been non existent.
I have however made time to plant some chilli seeds. It’s been about a week and nothing has happened. No sprouts. No signs of life. Just a pot of mud. I don’t know how long these things take, or whether I should dig them up and check the cat hasn’t eaten them. I don’t have time for this shit.
I’m not great with plants. I’m unable to find the correct balance when watering them. Cacti receive far too much water, more thirsty plants get none. Every plant which has ever been in my possession has ended up dead and stinking of egg. The chilli seeds are receiving a daily squirt with that spray bottle that I bought to threaten the cat with if he bit me on the face when sleeping again.
The weather has settled back to freezing and snowy after a brief period of warmth. This morning I fell flat on my face outside my office. I love winter.