More gardening

Dug over and planted out a new bed at the far end of the rustic raised bed. Hollyhocks, marjoram, and some primulas and a carex which have survived in spite of everything in a trough on the patio. Also sorted out and replanted the three-tier "plant fountain." We'll see what happens. Today, ache, but not too awful at the moment. Pictures will follow when I know they're not all going to diiiie.

Follow the Lawrence Miles link in my earlier post if you want to see a view of the Gaiman ep of nuWho that's even unkinder and more jaundiced than my own (though his last paragraph summarises exactly my feeling about the programme as it is now). I hadn't picked up on the fact that ( spoilers... )

( Further on this subject, with more spoilers... )

And that really is enough about that.

I don't go for blues myself, but it was nice to watch Hugh Laurie on his journey to New Orleans to play with Allen Toussaint and various other luminaries of the genre. I like the man, and I like watching someone who feels as passionate about something as I do about my own obsessions. Makes me feel almost human.

Hey ho. We need bin bags, so off I trot. Have a reasonable Monday, everybody, and here's a *hug* to be going on with.