<- Galia and watermelon from the greenhouse. Small, but the leaves were dying off, which suggested it was time to pick them...
Cut watermelon. Perfect texture - and very few seeds! ->
- Halved Galia melon. I'm drying both lots of melon seed to reserve to grow next year.
Lunch! ->
Well, they may be small, but they were perfectly ripe, and wonderfully sweet. I really must get a cold frame for next year, perhaps with Yule money. I'm sure I could grow a lot of melons with the right frame!
Today's been a business type of day, client site stuff and drafting letters (remember them?) to SodaStream (with whom I am having a lot of hassle at the moment: more on that when/if it's resolved) and the WDCS. Decades ago, not long after we married I think I made some sort of covenant with them, for a portion of our estate after our deaths: both Ken and I whole-heartedly support them. Then we bought the house, had Kai, the writing careers took off, and with everything else that was happening I forgot about it. Sort of. I knew in the back of mind that I had done it, but hadn't kept up to date.
I'm pretty certain I neglected to give them our new address, but they've recently started sending me their amazingly informative and beautifully illustrated magazine, along with the occasional letter asking for donations. Not that I have any objections to be being found! But they still have my old name, and of course, with the house and Kai, our situation has completely changed and I'm going to have to revise the covenant. Except I have no idea what it said - just hope Ken has kept copies of everything and can find it when he gets back from court...
It's wet, and miserable, and cold today. And wet. Very wet. Soup and toast and grumpy Tyjer weather. We've been watching music DVDs - started off with Jesus Christ Superstar... I saw this at the cinema back when I was a young teen (though I can't recall who I went with), and remember, second to thinking that Judas had all the best songs, that the guy with the long black hair in plaits, part of Herod's entourage, was dead cute!
Then it was The Wall. [shiver] Disturbed and disturbing with some serious issues... Kai came down about half way through and watched to the end: for a change of pace (and because he'd never seen it) we had Phantom of the Paradise (long term readers probably know that Old Souls (2.5 meg mp3) is one of my favourite songs of all time, I love the lyrics...)
Our love is an old love, baby,
It's older than all our years
I've seen in strange young eyes familiar tears
We're old souls in a new life, baby,
They gave us a new life to live and learn,
Some time to touch old friends and still return
Our paths have crossed and parted,
This love affair was started long, long ago....
This love survives the ages,
In its story lives are pages,
Fill them up, may ours turn slow...
Our love is a strong love, baby,
We give it all and still receive,
And so with empty arms we must still believe
Old souls last forever, so we need never fear goodbye,
A kiss when I must go...no tears...in time...we kiss hello
[sigh].... Anyway, I think Kai quite enjoyed the film - he sat and watched rather than booting up, anyway.
We followed that with The Rocky Horror Picture Show, which will finish in a quarter of an hour. Going to close with Muse's Absolution Tour before sticking on something more normal, like Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, which I picked up ages ago and still haven't played. Although Ken hasn't seen it, so maybe I'd better wait 'til tonight...
Back to the rockface.
We opted for Muse: Their Finest Hour instead, which I taped from VH1 and Simone transferred to DVD for me. Whole load of the fantastic videos to their hits, yum...
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Joules *Dances with Haddock* Taylor
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