Bulb planting

Didn’t happen.

When I looked more carefully there were not 200-odd bulbs left. More like 400 plus – which makes not far off 1000 in total. So I ran away, daunted. I will have to discipline myself to 50 or so a day this week. And I very much doubt I will be ordering on such an industrial scale next year, even if it is way cheaper to buy in bulk, in 20+ kilo bags.

We escaped to my lovely sister in law’s instead. Officially to help move some furniture (not me!) and to go through some paperwork after a death in the family. That turned into a bit of a family history hunt – some interesting documents, one dating back to 1804.

She lives in an interesting house, too. I especially love that heavy external door and the face on the letter box. The house is old – there is part of an Elizabethan staircase and a beautiful window in the (seriously spooky) bat filled attic that is reputed to have come from Lewes Priory, presumably at the dissolution in 1536.

Much more fun than daffodils.