Bad back this week, thanks to Sunday's digging. At least, in vindication of the good old NHS, I was able to see get a nurse appointment at the local GP within two hours of ringing up (my leg was going numb, I'm not a complete wimp). The nurse, a slightly scary Irish lady, has prescribed light exercise, ibuprofen, the occasional hot water bottle and not sitting around for too long. The bad news is that compressed nerve means no digging this weekend - I'll have a lot of catching up to do if my baby spuds aren't going to be homeless next month. Luckily I have a long weekend coming up soon and if the worst comes to the worst I know a couple of lads down the road who might do a couple of hours digging for me for twenty quid (against the spirit of the thing, I know, but homeless baby spuds!)
In other news some of my seeds are sprouting, namely one cabbage, two cauliflowers and a purple sprout. No doubt when I'm a bit more seasoned at this I won't be all 'yay! hi guys!' every time a seed germinates. I'm going to hobble off up to the allotment later to feed the birds, plant the peas, carrots, spring onions and parsnips I didn't get around to on Sunday and check the greenhouse is still standing.
The bad back was probably aggravated by my new two mile trudge to work. The new office is in the middle of nowhere and a bit of a tip. However my window looks out over the a scraggy hedge, in which I've hung a bag of peanuts and some sunflower seeds. To date this has attracted:
What appears to be a family of three bluetits
An enormous robin
A slightly smaller robin
A nervous greenfinch
A long tailed tit (only seen him once)
Some random blackbirds
A dunnock (small brown thing)
A pigeon (boo!)
It's like having your own reality TV show going on outside the window.
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