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All this rainy weather has certainly made things grow well, the garden is positively verdant. I had hoped to be harvesting my own crops of salad vegetables, lettuce, radish, spring onions and tomatoes by now, but instead I’m paying over-the-top prices at the local supermarket for veggies I had planned on growing myself.
Last autumn I finally found the time to buy a small greenhouse. It was an optimistic first step towards bringing seedlings on and then growing some of my own food. Greenhouses come in all shapes and sizes, and all sorts of prices from pretty expensive to totally beyond the budget. I did the research (or so I thought) and bought a small plastic greenhouse - one you buy in a kit to build yourself. I decided on plastic because it seemed to me that it would be safer to have plastic rather than glass in the garden. The greenhouse kit arrived very quickly, and even came with free staging, so I thought I had a bargain.
Read more: The Wreck of the Greenhouse
MouseI woke to the sound of early birds and the thin light of an early dawn and wandered half asleep and barefoot into the kitchen to put the kettle on to boil. That is when the drama began. I have rather superior pet cat, or at least she thinks she is superior; she wouldn’t want to get her paws dirty - if you know what I mean. This particular morning she wasn’t sitting in her usual place waiting impatiently for breakfast, instead she was sitting in front of the wine rack, which for reasons too complicated to go into here is kept on the floor in a corner of the kitchen, and she had a fixed expression of rapt attention which immediately alerted me to the possibility of a problem. All you cat owners will know just what I mean, that sinking feeling, that “Oh no what is it now” feeling.
Now I want to point out straightaway that I live in a very clean house, and mice, beetles, that sort of thing are unheard of here. But, we had been having some major building work done, at one point only a few weeks ago the whole of the back of the house had been open to the elements. So, as I gingerly looked behind the bottles hoping it was just a spider, I knew in my heart that this was a bigger intruder. Sure enough a brown fieldmouse, looking deceptively small and harmless, crouched threateningly.
Read more: Mouse Attack!
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