The Land Rover Owners Ex Wife

……becoming me again


Christmas in Mudville

The Mudlets did a good job on the tree

The Mudlets did a good job on the tree

The run up to Christmas was a hectic one in Mudville, starting with the putting up of the decorations on the 1st of December and culminating with the youngest Mudlets finding all manner of surprises left by Santa under the tree. A broken hearted and poorly Eldest Mudlet came across for the day, stayed the night but went home Boxing Day to languish in the comfort of her own bed, taking with her the warm hug I had knitted for her. But as much as the build up to Christmas Day was busy and filled with the pent up excitement of the younger girls, all too soon it was over and we found ourselves ambling along to New Years with an exhausted and flu ridden Mud taking to his bed for the best part of two days. Continue reading


In a pickle

The finished article - just labels and cloth lid covers needed now

The finished article – just labels and cloth lid covers needed now

Mud himself has frequently extolled the benefits of home growing, proudly telling anyone who would listen (and many who actually didn’t want to listen), about how many varieties of vegetables from our garden appeared on his dinner plate the previous night and he has gone on to express his desire for us to be able to produce most of our vegetable requirements for the year. Of course when he says ‘us’ he actually means me. Also, lack of space currently precludes the ‘most of our vegetable requirements’ but he has plans to drastically alter the layout of the vegetable plot which should allow us to increase our overall growing space and, with the addition of netting, the inclusion of the Brassica family. Continue reading


My roses are red and my lillies are pink (and so is Middle Mudlets eye)

A beautiful display

A beautiful display

There are a tonne of jobs that need doing out in my garden and yet I can’t seem to muster up the energy to get out there and do anything about it. I think it’s to do with the fact that all the jobs involve digging out my summer crops and leaving the beds empty, thereby signalling the end of the summer. I have made a very half hearted start but I really must get out there and do the necessary works or else I won’t be able to feed the beds or, more importantly, prepare my long bed for its’ winter inhabitants: Cabbages and cauliflowers. Continue reading