I am like, so excited! I actually couldn't sleep last night.
What has brought on this Christmas Eve stylee madness??
I got an email yesterday evening. From a guy who rents allotments.
I. May. Be. Able. To. Rent. One.
Waving arms and guttural noises ala Animal from the Muppets!
I'm just so excited.
I may have mentioned that.
I am not yet guaranteed one of these parcels of muck. I have to talk to the guy and see if it's what I'm after etc, etc...
But I was up till 2am researching miniature sheds - (more expensive then you'd think). And my head was full of potatoes (no change there says everyone) and cabbage and mange touts...
My teenaged self would be mortified. Practically wetting my pants with excitement over a veggie patch. Teenaged Domestic Oub is cringing in the corner - while applying an extra layer of eyeliner and listening to The Cure.
You know. I suspect 20s Domestic Oub would be a little embarrassed too. Lounging drunkenly in the snug, Guinness in hand, shaking her head sadly - 'I'll never be that uncool when I'm old' she says to herself.
But you know - that has got to be one of the advantaged of nearing forty, not really giving a damn any longer.
Hurray for Sprouts! And old age!
oh jeez, I'm nearly forty....