Bogart went off on his hols yesterday, and the student who has been on placement with us most of the summer goes back to Uni tomorrow, so I’m afraid the blog will probably suffer for a few weeks. I have developed Mr Stoatie’s man flu overnight and am sat here hoping regular doses of paracetamol will see me through the day. So to keep the theme here are a few work related pictures from the past week.
This year the bedding designs at work have been simplified (I’m not sure of this is cuts or because no one got round to sorting them out) and rather than the usual two variety planting, all the beds have been stuffed full of begonias. I’m not really a fan, they always seem too blousy and loud, a bit like a Blackpool hen party. For something so in your face they’re also ridiculously delicate, you only have to look at one too long and the flower head drops off. Still they have brightened up the beds outside the Lodge all summer and have survived all the slugs and snails which usually wipe out half the planting.
We had a Japanese Australian lady in the Office last week looking for Ian Curtis’ kerbstone. I gave her one of the lovely new maps and she headed off, only to come back later to thank me and to give me these pieces of Origami. They’re so tiny, the kangaroo is only two centimetres from nose to tail!