Friday, 1 August 2014
Streptocarpus
I bought this plant as a cutting at a village fete last year. As you can see, it is thriving. I'm glad about that, because in London I could never keep them alive. My late friend was really fond of streptocarpus, and loved all thedifferent forms and colours. I think of her whenever I look at this plant.
Why?
I don't understand why some people have tattoed necks, faces etc. It's really hideous and disfiguring.
A musical interlude
I shall be playing at the pub tonight, as usual. I'm starting to enjoy it again, because I no longer feel wound up about it before I arrive.
The melodrama
I went to the doctors about my blood pressure yesterday, as the nurse had advised me. My blood pressure was completely normal, which is good.
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