Beans

The French beans are starting to grow, and once they get going they tend to romp away.

The mystery of the missing parcel has been solved. I went down to the sorting office to ask if they could decipher the postman’s writing, and it turned out he is dyslexic and was trying to write “in roof” - what he’d actually written was “in ruth”, which makes much more sense now. And what he meant was that he’d put it in the roof of the porch, and sure enough, there it was! I’d never in a million years thought to look up there!

Spent an hour this afternoon clearing away all the spent forget-me-nots - the garden looks a bit empty now.