For all those who were waiting with baited breath to see if anything grew in my new little garden, you’ll be VERY excited to find out that it did! There are flowers everywhere and I water them with a constant panicked watchful eye. More pics below.
Secondly, The House We Called Home, my brand-new summer book has gone into the great Kindle Summer sale and is currently a bargainous 99p. You don’t even have to wait you’re on holiday to read it seeing as we’re living one long hot summer right now. Download, enjoy and be sure to let me know what you think!
Almost as exciting, loads of my other books are also currently 99p, so you can have a Jenny Oliver bingefest, if you so desire. It’s too hot to be inside watching TV anyway, much better to be sitting outside with a book 😉
I moved house recently and have a garden for the very first time. It’s titchy and was covered in ivy which we spent hours hacking down. I have no idea what’s growing in it – what I thought was a weed is actually honeysuckle. There’s a toad the size of a baby rabbit living under a rock and more snails than it’s possible to count. But I’ve become quite obsessed with cultivating this little patch and have spent amounts of money in Squires Garden Centre that I can’t even justify in And Other Stories!
The result is this…
A huge cold water tank of earth. And a sink to match. (I can claim no credit for the already growing green-leafed plants which were the handy work of the people at Squires).
You can’t see it but there are a million different types of bulbs and seeds in these two containers. My money is under that soil. 98% of me thinks not a lot is going to happen. 2% (which is secretly dominant) thinks I’m going to get a riotous cascade of colour and blooms to rival anything I was forced to watch on Gardeners’ World as a child.
I thought you might be interested in sharing this journey. (If not, at the least you can snigger when nothing happens). And I will report back to all of you waiting with baited breath…
It’s that time of year again when the sun is shining (when it isn’t raining) and there are barbecues planned for bank holiday weekends. I’m tentatively thinking about wearing shorts as the forecast says it’ll be 25 degrees by the weekend (but some fake tan is in order because these legs haven’t seen daylight for a long time!) And I’m dreaming about which book I will read as I’m sipping a gin and tonic in the garden. I have a four year old son so this last bit is most definitely a dream. Someone told me recently that when you buy a book what you’re buying is the time to read it. The hope of that time. Never has anything felt truer. I have a stack of time by my bed just ready and waiting! But, as the evenings get longer and holidays are on the horizon, those spare moments to read feel suddenly within grasp. My problem is that instead of reading what I already own, I’ll celebrate by slipping a paperback in with my Sainsbury’s shop or nipping into Waterstones for a book-sized treat. After all, you can never have too much time.
Here’s what’s on my bedside table at the mo… What’s on yours?
(And if you’re looking for a book to escape with then The Summerhouse by the Sea is only 99p at the moment on Amazon. In those pages, I promise, the sun is shining and the
waves are lapping and you’ll feel like you’ve got all the time in the world… )
The sun is shining. The birds aren’t singing, as far as I can tell. The aeroplanes are flying overhead. It’s officially summer. And to celebrate, The Summerhouse by the Sea is only 99p! Wow, what a bargain.
Download a copy, pretend you’re working and secretly have a read on your phone/ computer/ Kindle 😉 Enjoy the sunshine x