Year: 2013

the snow and snow and snow…. we know

I blame the snow. The weather in the UK is refusing to give me even a smidgen of blogging inspiration. I look out the window and just want to get back in bed. Its springtime blues I tell you. This time last year. I had radishes, I had super early peas and tasty winter leaves. Now I have, lots of leggy seedling bursting through their seed trays, taunting me daily, begging to be set free. The gamble paid off I might say, because although they’re early, they’re alive. I can’t imagine starting anything outside in this weather. I love the snow, but its spring. So be gone.  The chickens. My chooks, the reason I get up at 6am on the dot. The apple of my self-sustaining fantasy. Are mental. I got my first egg from Sarah-Jane (black tail). However now she has decided that I will pay for the pain of childbirth and has started making a noise that I can only describe as whiteboard meets white-noise. Its not so loud as to disturb my partially deaf neighbor, …

The ladies are in.

I won’t start a debate on whether global warming exists or not, all I know is that the weather’s off. It’s hot and cold and unpredictable,  but that being said, this is England. Assignment deadlines and general university related issues have kept me locked down. But with the lovely weather last week, I had to break free. I bought chickens! 3 to be precise. Sarah-Jane, June-bug and Nugget. The ladies are in. They have a nice little house with enough feed for the next 6 months, a chicken first aid kit, straw and lots of love on my end. I’m a proud mother and these little ladies are my balls of feathery wonder. Now for some eggs. At 17 weeks I have nothing but wait and see shall we.

The troops are in… well almost

The weathers been great. So I’m great. Never thought the sky could be so blue in London. I picked this from the garden. Some poor, some neglected but still oh-so-tasty stragglers from my veg and salad patch. Also: My chicken house is here! Its only meant for two large ones, so I decided to start with quails. More updates to follow… I’m going to spend today basking in the sunshine

Overzealous much?

Someone said that growing too early is a big no no. That same person also said that a south-facing windowsill is optimal for growth. That person was wrong. At least that’s what I’m going to tell ‘them’ when my super-optimal-early-sowing-spectacular is a success.  I can’t rely on the seed packets to tell me when to sow, because you and I both know that last year they were all wrong. Nevertheless I took production to a whole new level. Aubergines, peppers, salad leaves, onions, leeks… the lot. Staggered sowings obviously, but enough to enough that even though they’ll be a little bit on the leggy side. This summer won’t pass without a glut. I say be brave what you got to lose.


I started this blog with so much gusto, set out agendas and ideas of what I wanted to fill it with. I even badgered a few people to get their own. But in the end I did what everyone who has ever had a blog has done. I abandoned it. My poor baby has now been floating in cyberspace unattended, all because I was having way too much fun to sick down and nurse it. Interesting things…. interesting things…. think!   Chinese New Year and what a great year it will be, the snake brings success to all those who fall in her liar. I hope that’s me. Happy Chinese New year all.   Th snows back. To that I say ‘let’s take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while’  

new camera

The snows gone and now we’re in for the wet one. On the one side I would say I missed the picturesque softness that it gave East London, for a while. On the other I say, ‘shucks to you frosty, move on up so I can get a-planting’. Either way, I have a brand spanking new digital slr and besides the basics I have no idea how to use it. I figured once I got one, me and it would mindmeld and I would know all of its secrets within. It didn’t. The manuals great, but I don’t do manuals. I’m a live on the edge kind of girl. Here’s my photo… (see above) Through the tried and tested age old method of ‘cock-up to grow-up’ (pardon my french). I will succeed! みましょうがんばります[let’s work hard] Oooo and I discovered this: She’s really good in a ‘i’m envious’ kind of way. But that being said, check it out! You won’t regret it

housebound doesn’t mean bored

Having woke up this morning  on the wrong side of beauty,  puffy eyes,  swollen glands and   pain in my legs that made me wonder if I was already late in placing an order for a zimmer-frame. I decided  to do something. Not the usual song and dance of fluids, writhing in pain, but with that oh-so-obvious glee that I get to miss lectures.  My objectives for the day were going to be set, checked and completed. Rambostyle.  I should just oubliez vos douleurs and do something purposeful. I have a theory… *drifts off* Oh yeah, this theory is that maybe just maybe I should show seeds earlier this year. Anti-climax or what? But seriously joking aside, the weather in the UK last year meant that the plants that I had either died or were washed away, by what I can only describe as rainfall of biblical proportions. So I thought to hell with the fact that its January, I’m going to sow February plants. Foolish you say? Well we shall see. So far so good, except… …

So many things… so little time

I’ve always had an issue with blogs. The stopping, the starting, content, the assumption that your actions are significant enough to talk about to the internet at large. However that being said, it is a motivator… I will start simple, be direct but promise to find ways to do, share and show that you can do ponsy fun but wholesome things on a budget. From gardening to hoarding to exciting walks along the English countryside, this is my blog of everything English, from a not so-typically English girl. I hope you enjoy it. Love Always