When the DD ask - "what have you been up to"? And I say "well, nothing exciting" I shan't feel as if I should be sky-diving, sailing across the Atlantic single-handedly, abseiling down The Shard or swimming the Channel.
Yes, lovely poem, and yes, boring is good. I long for a return of the boring after several weeks of distressing alternatives, including a number of friends and neighbours falling ill and/or receiving unwelcome diagnoses, then a local thatched roof house fire (mercifully no casualties), and this afternoon a hospital appointment for me for a CT scan. I hope soon to be able to answer the "what have you been up to" question with a cheery "nothing much, justpottering about..."
Wendy Cope is wonderful. Her poems are so clever but so accessible. And it so happens that she and I were born on the same day! I'm tempted to write her a fan letter.
No, if you like gardening then I can quite well see that you will never have met a boring gardner, but I have!
I detest gardening and love housework, but am seldom allowed to talk about the glories of polishing windows and floors.
This made me chuckle because last Saturday I went to a local allotments’ produce show. I was introduced to a woman who had won an awful lot of prizes so when she joined us for a cuppa I thought I’d be in for some decent gardening chat and interesting tips.
Instead, she told me she hated the feel of soil so wore two pairs of gloves, 😮 her husband did all the digging and she actually preferred housework! 🤣🤣
She clearly had me marked down as a boring gardener.