Week Twenty-Nine: 2022

Happily we seem to be past the furnace temperatures for now. What we could do with is rain. Lots of it. We’ve had one percent of the annual rainfall this July . That’s pretty piss poor, frankly and someone amongst the gods on Olympus will be kept back for some extra homework on maintaining an appropriate level of moisturising. Much more of this and we’ll need some planet-level Botox.

The Textiliste is working with a friend, making a really rather splendid quilt for a challenge. It’s made up of a series of asymmetric elements and has had to be laid out on our sitting room carpet for the two quilters to assemble the quilt. There has been a lot of head scratching and moving pieces around….

That self same sitting room rug doubles as a base for me to exercise, following a variety of 20 minute hiit classes. On Wednesday I laid out my mat and knelt down to smooth it flat… when I spotted a pin. And a second. And a third. In the end I found fourteen. I must own to being somewhat perturbed by this somewhat sneaky attempt to perforate me, though it did occur to me that I may be doubling as a sort of human sized voodoo doll that the two women were using to represent the person who set this challenge as it is clearly driving them more and than a little bonkers.

We are close to our gardener who we consider to be a friend. In that context we were delighted to hear he has decided to give up smoking. As a small celebration of that achievement, the Textiliste saw a book that she knew would appeal to him. She even modified the title in memoriam of his previous habit…

I picked the gooseberries yesterday. One point seven kilos. Despite the heat the soft fruit this year has been excellent. And the apple tree is weighed down with fruit. I’m taking the positives still…

…which included a rather delicious brunch with the Vet on Sunday… hmm

And Dog…? Still soaking it all up

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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22 Responses to Week Twenty-Nine: 2022

  1. That quilt is remarkable! So is Dog, to be sure.

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  2. Norah says:

    Seems like the Textilist is a match for you with humour. And maybe the gods of Olympus too – they sent your moisture over here and our heat over there! Someone went to sleep on the job. They need to pay more attention to Google maps. Or maybe they just turned it upside down.

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  3. I am intrigued by what appears to be a menu? hiding under your plate. Gouda, beef tomatoes and onions…….. I can see that the laying out of the quilt could lead to a few frustrations!

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  4. noelleg44 says:

    Dog has the right idea….

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  5. willowdot21 says:

    A lovely week in all 💜💜🌹 watch out for those pins!!

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  6. Sounds like a great brunch. Dog has the right idea.

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  7. petespringerauthor says:

    We had some rain in June, so we’ve moved from the driest year on record to only the third driest.

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  8. That quilt would have me baffled as well. I understand the head scratching over that one. You will have to find a heavy duty magnate wand and wave it over any area she has spent time in. Pins are like little gremlins. Dog looks content or has melted.

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  9. Going to be a stunning quilt 🙂
    So dry everywhere in England, and although the temperatures didn’t reach 40 here last week they were around 38. Felt very sorry for the farm animals seeking shade under drooping trees. They are now talking hosepipe bans, which usually ends any drought in a spectacular fashion…
    The wheat crop looks golden and amazing, but not sure of grain quality.

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  10. Jennie says:

    I love the quilt! Our grass looks much yours, rather crispy.

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