Never Quite Enough Time

  S cut back the currant bushes while I was away.    As pruning goes it works ok for the red and white currants, not so much for the black currants.    They need the old stems taking out in full and possibly not just at this time of year.    However, access and parking were getting a little tight (especially after rain (remember that?) when the plants are wet) so they have been pushed back.    This has enabled some better access to the last of both black and red currants.    I’m not convinced this was something I was looking for and I am definitely not fretting about picking every last one but a few more in the freezer, since I made room, is not necesssarily a bad thing.    Just so long as we remember to eat them! The white currants are nearly ready.    That is those that have not been trimmed off.    I’m    struggling to celebrate this as I still have two large freezer bags full from last yea...

  S dropped me off at the nearest station on Saturday as he took the car in for an MoT.     A further use of my Senior Railcard so, although not a frequent user by any stretch of the imagination, it is looking increasingly likely that I will make a save more than the £80 cost over three years.     That was not a certainty in my mind at the outset.     I don’t consider myself a frequent rail user but I may be doing enough.     If I can work out the extent to which/how it can be used in and around London I may end up quids in. My friend had arrived at Euston very shortly before so that was an easy meet up at Kings Cross before tackling the tube to Kensington High Street.    The hotel is a very short walk from the tube station.    We were too early to check in so left the bags with the conciege and headed into town to see the Pride parade.     This was Pride so there was always going to be an element of outrage...