Half past nine and it’s very quiet. R went off to a meeting several hours ago and it must have gone on longer than he expected, assuming he hasn’t got lost on the way home. I said I’d cook dinner when he got back, but might have already eaten – and I had some cheese and a hard-boiled egg and then I had a slice of bread and butter and then – oh dear – I had a packet of crisps and then all that food rather too early made me tired, so I had some beer. And now I’m not tired, but I’ve eaten far too much to want dinner, so it’ll probably be toast and Marmite later, in the bath. Me in the bath, that is.
Paff tells me that the nutritional content of BCS isn’t all it might be – she’s given a helpful link in the comments on the previous post – so Ben’s favourite food will have to be taken from him. Except, I’ve had a brilliant idea – he really does adore it, so it occurs to me that it’s an ideal snack for training purposes. A few of them in my pocket and he’ll do anything I ask of him, I’m sure. Well, as long as I’ve got him on a lead. I so want to be able to let him run freely, but I can’t risk him running on the road.
I’ve done nothing of note today, darlings. I’m so sorry to be awfully boring. The bed where courgettes will go has been weeded and I’ve finally cleared a suitable space for sweet peas and planted them – I’d potted them up and they’re lovely, healthy plants, not pot-bound. Next, I must tackle the greenhouse where I’m putting tomatoes etc. I’ve got too many plants. Not a whole lot too many, but more than I need the crop from.
Another greengrocer opened in town last week, which is jolly good. That is, I shall shop at both because they must be encouraged. However, I can’t help thinking that neither of them is as good as Al’s shop used to be. He used to have such a wide range and went to huge trouble every day with his outside display.
See what I mean?
This picture dates from 2005.
Now 10 o’clock and R has phoned to say he’s on his way home. Very thoughtful of him – and he’s not daft, he’s no doubt hoping that dinner will be waiting!
I haven’t sen a greengrocers for years until we were on holiday last week in Wales. I almost went and bought something but remembered in time that we had too much veg on board already. Shame. Al’s looks lovely. I’d buy something there definitely.
Dinner’s overrated.
This is a very very nice photograph.
Toast & Marmite ?
I usually share my bath with a newspaper, or – very seldom – a sip of wine ; but “toast & marmite” , in the bath, looks like the height of decadence !
Hopefully Ben will learn some road sense, without major injuries. I’d hate to see him suffer. It is such a nice image to see him running free.
A proper greengrocer or a genuine farm shop are best for local, seasonal produce. For Alex at the time, it was great – he’d put all his money into buying the freehold, so it was good that he didn’t have to spend more than a few hundred pounds on stock, there was no VAT, not too many rules to worry about and it was useful – he wanted to sell what people needed. On the other hand, it was very hard physical work and long hours. He had good staff and we backed him up – his father used to fetch produce from local growers and help with deliveries, I grew vegetables and was always on hand to work in the shop if he was ill or short staffed. He had it 9 years, I miss it still.
Suiffany was a few months old, Ro was just finished with university, it must have been shortly after Weeza and Phil’s wedding. Life was pretty good then.
Even worse than him being injured would be for him to cause an accident that hurt someone else. And he has so much to learn – there are nesting pheasants and partridges in the fields, he has to be completely trustworthy and not disturb them. Too much to hope for at present.
We have a green grocer in our local suburban High Street, unfortunately the produce is not the freshest or highest quality, ok sometimes to buy and consume immediately.
Our alternative is the very good farmers’ market just over a mile away in the centre of a car park. With a little care, we can shop and park for half an hour using our Richmond card which gives residents half an hour free parking in borough car parks. The same card covers library and sports facility uses.
We have a green grocer in our local suburban High Street, unfortunately the produce is not the freshest or highest quality, ok sometimes to buy and consume immediately.
Our alternative is the very good farmers’ market just over a mile away in the centre of a car park. With a little care, we can shop and park for half an hour using our Richmond card which gives residents half an hour free parking in borough car parks. The same card covers library and sports facility uses.
Ooh, apologies for double posting.
Ooh, apologies for double posting.
There is a green grocers about 20 minutes walk from where I live, but it has little or no local produce and I’m usually disappointed when I go in there. It is easier to buy the (frankly better quality) fruit and veg from the supermarket. Also, the local-ish green grocer still does everything in imperial measurements (which says a lot about their usual customers) so if I go there to buy ingredients to cook a particular dish, I have to remember to convert the metric weights used in my cookery books before I go. I occasionally buy from farm shops but only if I happen to be passing; a special trip would involve a longer car journey than a trip to the supermarket does.