The catalogue for out next sale in a month’s time is up now – linked on the sidebar under ‘The Day Job’ if you’re interested. The Sage is happily phoning people to tell them all about it. Listening to him, I found myself muttering “I do love you” – good job he didn’t hear, not the sort of thing you want to say to a chap too often. Have to keep them on their toes. Remember that there’s the one who kisses and the one who proffers the cheek.
Or the two who snog. Heh.
Anyway, the app I’m working on at present is road signs – actually, I probably should have gone for the whole highway code, but that will come, I think. I like the learning and testing sorts of apps. I’m fine with roadsigns, until it comes to unexpected stuff on trams. Not too many trams in East Angular and how should I know? Reminds me of driving in Belgium, when all the road signs were in Flemish and I couldn’t understand a word of them.
It looks as if there might be a whole family get-together for Sunday lunch, will be highly jolly – a whole tableful of us. We’re having pork, which is splendidly un-Easterish. In view of the weather, which is bloody awful (though nowhere near as bad here as in many other parts of the country), I hardly think that Spring-like food is quite the thing. The greenhouse is doing all right, though I haven’t opened the propagator, except a corner to check things, for three days. It all wants watering soon, but a drenching in icy water isn’t going to cheer up the seedlings much, so I’ll wait until the sun shines for a bit, at any rate.
Most of the veg garden beds are weeded and manured – yes, cutting it fine before planting time. *Shrugs* – you got an issue with that? No, of course not. After all, you’re kind. Aren’t you?