Instant - My Arse

Spotted "Imodium instant" in the shop this morning. I thought, "Instant relief" that sounds impressive.

Then I read "under1 hour". That's not instant, that is within an hour. If I bought some "instant" relief, I would expect that as soon as I swallowed nothing more would fall out of my bottom. But then they moderate it with their lame "1 hour".

I should make two things clear before anybody gets the wrong impression.

1. I realise the "instant" refers to the melting in the mouth, not the drugs effectiveness.
2. I don't personally have any trouble in that department at the moment.

In other news: Come on Bonnie!

If You Don't Have Anything Worth Saying Then Shut Your Gob

That's what my parent's used to tell me. Maybe.

So, the extension business. Things are still moving forward. All the new bits are done and dusted. It only took three attempts at putting down the dining room floor to get it more or less flat. And there were some issues outside that had to be revisited long after the builders had gone. Like big bits of concrete falling off walls. (Well, something like that.)

Internally things are in a state of flux. I have had to give up the office so that my children can have their own rooms. This means firstly that I no longer have a quiet hole to go crawl into. Secondly, I when I use the computer I have to do it in a far less comfortable chair. This will have the inevitable consequence that, going forward,  I will spend far less time at the computer. Which is worrying, because the computer is my favourite thing to do when not watching TV.

Weather: I seem to remember it really didn't rain much in April. Again I get to consider "April showers bring may flowers" and wonder if I will get any flowers this May. Then I remember that November to February was taken up by builders in giant boots trampling all over my flowers. They also ruined my lawn. Which means I now get to complain about this lovely sunny warm period we are enjoying. It doesn't seem to be a good time to get grass-seed to germinate. I don't want to have to be one of those people who water their lawns, but if I ever want my mud pit to turn into a lawn I am going to have to.

Good news: My peony's are doing well. I removed them from the danger zone before the building work got under way and put them in pots. I would like to put them back in the garden in my newly prepared border area, but I don't see myself having the time for that for a while. I guess Project Rhubarb didn't fair so well. Maybe I will have another attempt over the next few years. I could always buy the packet of "1 rhubarb" that I saw in Wilkinson's (£1.49 - it's a bargain). Somehow I don't fancy it.

This area has changed a bit over the last year. It is now a lovely pine scented toilet for the cat. Shit.