vital functions

Reading. ( Victoria Goddard, Tamsyn Muir )

Also a whooooole load of LRP plot shite because that's how we find out what Fuckery players are going to expect us to know about and process...

Writing. I have been playing with my pens and my new notebook, by which I mean "I have set up a pen test page and am working my way up to seeing how badly the unexpectedly sheeny inks smudge". I have also been continuing to play with pens on different paper, having convinced myself that the remarkably cheap fountain pen-friendly A4 pads are a good time for handwriting practice. I am very suspiciously practising some flourish-y capitals.

Watching. Good Omens S01E04. Definitely still prefer (my memory of) the book's handling of Adam Coming Into His Power over the show's, and continue underwhelmed with the Newt & Anathema climax, but de gustibus, eh?

Eating. PICNIC. Lovely at-home picnic complete with Trays and Cake Stands and Lots Of Fussy Little Bits. Made me very happy. Going to do again more often.

From the plot: TOMATOES; all of a sudden the Cosse Violette.

Growing. This has been rather a quiet week in terms of Doing Things At The Plot, but I have managed watering and weeding and harvesting, and the Greek Gigantes are setting fruit, and I hand-pollinated a Queensland Blue so with a bit of luck I'll actually get seeds for next year (though I have yet to discover whether I like the actual fruit...) AND the ridiculous peas that I have been attempting to baby my last few seeds of are making flowers and pods. Or, well, one of the six is -- two went into the squash bed and got eaten; two went into the other squash bed and are struggling grimly on but are only barely surviving; and the two left in the tiny 3" pot in the greenhouse because I didn't get around to planting them out... are producing peas for me. I am trying to work out whether I dare move them down into the ground-level bed; if I'm not going to I should probably give them a bit more by way of legroom and things to climb...

Observing. Bat! Bat has not yet gone to sleep! And when I was hunting treats to make sad A slightly less sad I found a CURLY DUCK BUTT FEATHER. In that it was a remarkably curly feather, near a collection of mallards, and it gradually dawned on me -- as I continued to admire the mallards' tail curls -- that what I was holding--

Also there was a tiny adolescent moorhen that was approximately 80% leg and 90% CHEEP by volume! Truly I am blessed.