Karen keeps saying ridiculous things like "it's only two weeks till Christmas."
I keep doing ridiculous things like gardening barefoot, in this supposed December.
One of us is doing this wrong, utterly out of synch.
(Actually, I confess, I am late. I should have planted my fava beans last month, if not the month before. But I've put 'em in anyway, just to see what happens.)
In other news, I am having pleasant days but evil dreams. I guess you can only bury stress so long, and it will out somehow. But hell, better this way than the other.
Also, the sugar syrup in which I have enrobed my ginger seems to be crystallising out as it cools. I kinda resent this, as I followed directions almost to the letter. Anyone for ginger glacé...?