Wednesday, 20 April 2011
Wednesday, 6 April 2011
I've been at home since Monday, the plan being that I was going to 'work' from home whilst the kitchen was being fitted. Monday was fine, I managed some sort of productivity but Tuesday arrived, the electric was switched on and off throughout the morning, appliances were delivered, sawing and banging began and I came to the conclusion that any sane person would - "fuck this for a laugh, I'm just going to take 2 days holiday'. So like a rock star I spent it in the garden.
I wish I had some 'before' photos to post from last year but they are currently on my desktop which is underneath 5 serving dishes, a set of pans, 2 bags of tinned food and access to the room is being guarded by the freezer. Suffice to say, we've come quite a long way and I'm quite proud of it in a middle-aged, middle class sort of way.
I spent a lot of yesterday digging and sieving over the main veggie patch. Last year the neighbours used this bit to plant a whole load of different stuff that either overshot due to the excessive use of Miracle Grow or just got forgotten about. So this year we've decided to be a bit more realistic about what we're actually going to use. Taters precious. All taters.
More digging and sieving for the 2nd smaller patch. It used to be some sort of rockery but I've heard you can't eat rocks so what the fuck use is that to me? Out it all came and shall be replaced by surface type vegetables like beetroot, onions and courgettes.
Finally there's the greenhouse and the little kitchen herb garden. No photo of that yet as it currently home to an extractor fan and a washing machine but shall soon be a haven of salad and herbs......
Rock 'n' roll.
Saturday, 26 March 2011
In other news we are about to embark upon The Great Decorating Spree of 2011. Week after next the new kitchen is being fitted, followed by the tiling, followed by the re-wallpapering of the living room. We have a stack of pictures and posters waiting to be framed so once all that is finally sorted out I'm hoping the house will pretty much be done. (I'm aware that houses are never done but ya ken what I mean).
Finally, next time the Aberdonian climate decides to be anything other than pish I'm going out to start the garden. I think it's entirely reasonable to assume that by the end of the year we will be totally self-sufficient.
Sunday, 2 January 2011
Thursday, 2 December 2010
Friday, 15 October 2010
I came out to my 80 year old grandmother a couple of weeks ago and it did not go down awfully well. I tell a small lie here, I actually came out to my granddad who did not seem to mind and was kind enough to tell my grandma for me. Anyway, the night she was told I had a phone call, “are you having problems with your sexuality?” she asked, sounding very concerned. “No” I replied, “I am not having problems with my sexuality, this is just the way I am”.
“Oh. Well I’m sorry to hear that”.
I, along with the rest of my family (who have known for years), had assumed that she was going to blame my parents or my older sister or my intrinsic amorality (no-one ever entertained the idea that she was going to take it well, she thinks Nick Griffin has ‘some good ideas’) but instead she is rather desperately groping for an external source of blame, so far:
- My partner
- My job (experimental psychologists are known for their wicked ways)
- My university education
- The friends I made whilst getting my university education
- The drugs the friends I made whilst getting my university education made me take
She has also entered a new phase, the ‘it’s just a phase’ phase. She writes me letters, about one a fortnight, and in the most recent one she told me the heart-warming tale of her friend who managed to find love at the grand old age of 37. Of course it was prefixed by ‘friendships are all very well and good but Mr Right has to come along at some point’.
She also seems to have gone into denial. My grandma has a history of changing details of a story to suit what she thinks is best and then palms it off as a memory lapse if said details don’t change to her liking. I’ve told her 3 times now that I’m spending Christmas day with the in-laws and still I am asked what my plans are.
It could be so much worse. She could have stopped speaking to me, she could be ringing me up and calling me every name under the sun, she could have sent me a highlighted bible. I think the problem is that I had answers to all those things, nice, firm, self-righteous ‘how dare you call me a XXXXX’ answers whereas I seem to be limited to ‘it’s just the way I am. It’s just the way I am’. If I don’t come up with something more original soon I’m going to accidentally start rapping the next time I’m on the phone to her.