TURNING THE BLOGS OVER

 

 

... said Richard of Richard's Bass Bag in defence of the posts he's been writing.

His output has increased since Robert gave up blogging although it steams a bit.

To be fair to the now very old guy though, substituting for Robert's posts doesn't require a lot of Charles Lamb-like essay skills. In fact, like the image above other lamb output is probably appropriate.

English essayist Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

I did a bit of turning over today - out in the garden. I dug over the vegetable patch in early preparation for spring planting. I haven't decided what to plant yet. Most of my efforts are disastrous with the only successful things grown have been chillies. Several kinds grew very well but those from last season's crop were so numerous I cleaned, bagged and froze them. I've now got enough in the freezer for a couple of years so I don't think I'll plant any more. I'm planning to use up some to make some more preserved chilli jam but this'll hardly make a dent in the stock.

I use Ruth Pretty's recipe which is pretty good

I also made a start on cleaning out the woodshed in preparation for storing all the garden tools. I might have mentioned this previously.

I did a load of washing which is happily sitting on the washing line and I'll bring it in later.

I then did my duty as a coastal home-owner, raking up fallen flax, palm fronds and the usual debris from bushes and trees and putting in the trailer for carting away next week. This is a never-ending job kind of like Richard's Project Violin 100 and you can imagine the similarities.

In short (actually I just put my longs on) this is why I haven't blogged so far today as Richard the nagging pedantic inconsistent and likely incontinent ex-schoolteacher (well, he is filling in for Robert so needs a longer title) reminded me in those posts of his. Hopefully this constitutes as a post and will keep him quiet for a while.

If he is going to do some more fill-in posting for Robert though, he might want to consider adding in some more execrable recounts of visions by the lesser known saints - the nuttier the better. These 'saints' tend to be sexually frustrated cloistered nuns or schizophrenic hermetic monks who have thought that they've seen Jesus, god or the Virgin Mary while - well, doing whatever they were doing. I don't know where Robert got them from. Maybe he has a big book of  case studies from his days of studying psychology. I guess Richard can just borrow from his university day reminiscences.

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