Kermit has arrived, he hopped into the garden this morning and took up residence in the same border, but in amongst the forget me nots - sweet? The pool is going to be done this week so he will soon have somewhere to float and croak to his heart's content. No jobs this week, so I shall have lots of time to spend on my degree module. The avoidance tactics have been too successful on that, I must knuckle down to some real work and try to get a pss mark on this module, then I 'only' have the long essay to do..... This is turning out to be a list and so might enter the boring blogs site, - it would probably win at this moment in time anyway. When I have a camera I will start to sort out the site and make it more interesting. But at this moment it is time to dig up the dandelions which are flowering in my lawn. As a certain person claims, it spoils the putting practise!

A very dear friend is going back to her job in the Middle East from her home in Cyprus today and she sounds very sad. An added complication is the need to move appartments as soon as she arrives in the Kingdom. Part of me understands her sadness at his upheaval, the last few months must have been very difficult out there and to be moved at someone else's whim cannot be easy. You'll do it my friend and with great aplomb!
Well this is the last day for me, I have invited everyone for a drink in cyberspace tonight as a farewell fling. Such was our area manager's concern for staff that nothing social had been arranged, so there was a gaping space to be filled. I have no regrets at leaving teaching in my last school, I have learnt so much from this job that I feel if I have to go back into the class then it wil be as a better teacher. We shall see.
The rain has come at last and my little garden is showing such appreciation - the solomon's seal grew about 15 cm overnight and looks so flourishing now. The clematis are also looking well, I have hopes about them this year, the eggshells dissuaded the slugs and I have fed them as instructed by my mother. Send positive vibes to them please!
The task for today is my desk top, so no more evading the issue, it has to be cleared, Papers shredded and filed, probably in the other order, and I want a clear space for tomorrow when Tim comes to put my new computer together. An element of surprise would be good!
The rocket has germinated, together with Basil and coriander....

The last three days have been largely devoted to writing an application form for a new job. My employment ends tomorrow, after that it is signing on and applying for everything that moves..? It is quite strange that I am not in a state of panic yet, this will be the first time I have been in this situation, and am waiting for the bad parts to hit me. However, back to the application form, this one was tremendously difficult to fill in, the person who had designed it had done an extremely good job. Now I wait for their response, I know this is a job I would love to have and could do it whilst learning a lot from it. How do I let them know that it is very important that they give me the job? Postards? Letters? Post its? I don't think so, the form will have to be my best shot, then patience will have to take hold of me.
Now I can spend time sorting out the papers from my present job, making my little study a place it is possible to work in rather than a place to deposit papers and run from before they slide off the top of the pile. My least favourite activity, but I shall be stern with myself and try not to be so easily diverted from the task in hand.
The various parts for my mended computer have arrived, so I hope that it will be rebuilt at the weekend, I badly need to print out some information for my cricketers.

I have just been browsing in another blog - stillinthebox - some people write so well it is a pleasure to read their spots. Perhaps this site will improve with the more frequent writing. This lady felt that the spot would become addictive and I think she was correct, it is also very strange that one can pour out such personal feelings and not know who reads them. In fact it feels as if no-one enters the site when you have no shout outs on the page. I almost think it is better and more personal without. Perhaps I am writing for myself, not for an audience.
I also understood her failure to plant the daffodils, how familiar that is!

What a lovely Easter, good family get togethers around hefty meals, gardens admired and worked over, phone calls from friends - its a good life! Tomorrow I must start to sort it out! That's all for now.

More lovely sunshine today, it makes doing nothing so easy! On the way to the Post Office, the larks were really 'ascendant' and in good voice - there were lots of them trilling away. Wonderful sound. There was also a lovely bird song I heard in the garden, I don't know which bird it came from, so the binoculars must come out together with the bird book. More lazy times ahead then!
Some have threatened snow this week-end so the seedlings need protection - out comes the armour plating for them - in the shape of fleece and bubble wrap!

The genome character caused much hilarity at the week-end amongst my friends, in fact Shirley is now going to look for one in Turkey. I just hope there are no religious tensions amongst gnomes, I will not stand for hooliganism in my garden. It's not a perfect place, but I don't like vandals in it.
We are experiencing weather that is more mid-summer in temperature and character, than mid April. It is wonderful! Never mind going away, I can eat and drink in this heat in the garden and imagine foreign things with great ease. My friend is in Cyprus in her home over there. She has a pool and a blog spot that she puts pictures on, I just add nasty bloggits. Now I cannot provide the swimming pool, although I am in the middle of digging a garden pool - for plants, not people, but I can do the flowers and the builder in the shower. I think there is a fit of one-up-womanship coming upon me. The other aspect that Cyprus excels in is the restaurants that she goes to, be they cafes or more upmarket places, it will beat those in Shropshire with ease. So perhaps I shall have to start cooking again... or more honestly learn to cook exotic foods.
I have planted some vegetable for my little patch, tomorrow I am going to sort out the wood to make some triangular prisms for my beans and peas to grow up in a decorative manner. (My woodwork skills are so awful, so I will try to get Tim to help me on Monday,) I suspect the neighbours will be taking bets on how quickly the creations will tip over. Meanwhile I shall be distracted by the slow moving catastrophe and the slugs will eat all the delicious new plants - as they do every year! The trials and tribulations of trying to grow my own veg are tremendous, I think it is all out warfare for most of the time, the enemy being alternately the weather, the snails, slugs, cats, visitors wanting to eat my asparagus and purple sprouting - how dare they? And time too - it is such a demanding part of life.
If I get round to doing this blog properly, I will put in some pictures for judgement about my little patch. But I don't want judgement really - it is not so fantastic, admiration would be good but unlikely.
The little man with the boots and the funny hat has migrated from the anemones to the veg patch, I thought I would make him useful. He also looked as if he was going to pee on my dog's tooth violets - and I' m not having that!
Now to sort out the pile of papers on my desk - ugh.

I have been geenomed - you might ask what that means to me? It's quite cataclysmic! I hate the things, but there's a perky little chap perched in one of my borders. I know how he got there and normally I would just chuck the little man into the bin... however, he has a cheeky little grin and appears to have a mischievous character. So, I am in a dilemma, what to do with him? Answers on the back of a snail please to: the spring border, just behind the anemone blanda. But please - no beheadings or torture.