New Crocs and I'm cracking the Eiffel Tower

I really do wish I was one of those people who could throw everything they need into a bag just before setting out. But I'm not. I'm from the school of 'everything that I might ever possibly need to cover all eventualities' as opposed to the school of 'only those things that I absolutely will need'. Maybe it's because of being the Brownies all those years ago, I always got top marks for pocket contents and have been a big fan of pockets and things that go in pockets and have very few items of clothes (outerwear anyway) that lack pockets. Oh, and bags with pockets too, and those utility waistcoat that are just a mass of pockets. I have a cardboard box habit as well, but that's probably another blog altogether.

So meanwhile the tomatoes have started cropping and I've been digging up potatoes, the latter being a particular success story as they were grown in an old cupboard that would otherwise have been scrapped, using the spent compost from last year's hanging baskets fed with seaweed and chicken crap (pelletised, I don't have any actual shitting chickens), and the potatoes were some ordinary eating potatoes that had hidden themselves and grown sprouts. So they are grown in scrap and fed on crap. They turned out to be Romanos, red-skinned and very versatile. The first one actually came to light just millimetres from the surface of the soil. I'll definitely do that again next year. The broccoli in the wardrobe was another success story as well as the discovery of radish pods. I sowed radishes on top of the potatoes, but they didn't develop into radishes, just grew tall stems with pink flowers, some of which I ate in salads but the remainder turned into bottle shaped green pods. Then I heard on Radio4 that these things can be eaten and the Germans like to eat a particular radish pod with beer. The flavour is very mild radish with green juiciness.

I also solved the airport shoe issue by buying a new pair of Crocs, very, very sexy Crocs with a white band and a red stripe. Easy to pull off and on and they will cope if my feet swell up. I really like them. I Think it's the red go-faster stripe - remember those? I'd rather associate with that than the favoured beer of my adolescence. 

And tonight I shall be cracking the Eiffel Tower. Not the real Eiffel Tower, but a plastic Eiffel Tower that came home with me from Vegas. I've been putting into it any loose change that's under a pound and the pound coins if I had less than 3 and there's got to be a few hundred quids holiday spends in there.  

And today I had a top-up haircut from a Shetland Pony foal who also tried to undress me and sat in my lap. But that story will have to wait, and yes, I got video and stills.