The Easter weekend disappeared in the usual mayhem of work, play and family and a jolly busy one it was. The ACL and I shifted rubble, a large metal tank that had been the rainwater catcher for the old greenhouse and a large amount of garden debris. We stacked old engineering bricks destined for my boss, cut kindling for what’s left of the chilly nights and had a general tidy up. In the vegetable garden we planted kale, carrots, spring onions, peas, spinach and salad leaves and into the greenhouse have gone tomatoes, 7 different varieties of chilli, artichokes, aubergines, basil and some heritage Kew Gardens blue Sweet Peas. If it all comes up I would like to known as Felicity from now on!!
Meanwhile, back in working land, the yachties came in their droves and we were kept busy and out of mischief. It’s a funny thing working in such a big pub as the Folly, that so few people ever leave a tip – I will NEVER get rich working there. Not only that but the ‘overners’ as they are known on the Island or ‘DFLs’ (Down From Londons) seem to save their imperiousness and at times absolute rudeness for the staff – it seems that if you have a yacht you can behave exactly as you please….Whilst they provide business and income for the Island, they are probably some of the most unpopular people we get here (if you’re reading this Penny – I’m sure your husband isn’t like this at all!). I have overheard the ‘well why can’t I have a table? That’s my 60 footer out there on the pontoon you know’ too many times – sorry and your point is???
I did manage a bit of down time over the weekend – the ACL and I went and saw The Blind Side which was really good entertainment and was a much needed rest after our exertions. My brother and his family came yesterday and after a walk to the pub for lunch and a walk back, he cut all my grass for me whilst the kids played cricket and the Smallest Baby Girl amused herself with a football that is almost as big as she is. It was lovely to catch up with him and we chatted about this and that, ate fairy cakes with chicks and eggs on that I had made for the kids and generally put the world to rights. Unfortunately I ended up back at work in the evening but it had its upside when a rather squiffy chap told me that I don’t look a day over 39. Bloody marvellous! And he bought me a drink.