Woke up just in time for the central heating to kick in. Judging by the weather, I could sow something, but the idea of having trays everywhere is just driving me mad.
So Scotland enjoyed 18.7c on Saturday! Whoa! And I was in perpetual drizzle yesterday! The British Garden Centre ex Wyevale has reduced their bulbs, ranging from 50p to £2.00. Very good value, I got an daff and a tulip. Both come out in April to May! Might get some more.
First time I have seen horticultural grit in BQ - ,more expensive and smaller than those in Homebase. In Wilko, I got a box of 950g of mealworm for £6.50. A bargain. My chickens are very fussy. I bought some new Mr Johns for them and they still turn up their nose. I have lost all my love for them. I have tried this and that and yet, they are like fussy teenagers! Talking about that, my millennial is driving me mad.
He would go to bed with his headphone on and cough and cough, making it impossible for me to sleep. What irked me most was that he should use vapor rub to clear this cough so that he could have good night's sleep. I shouted his name and he couldn't hear. After shouting his name 20 times, I got fed up and up I went, armed with the rub. I literally slapped it on the back of his throat and told him that from that moment onward, he had to sleep without his headphones on and the phone must be downstairs.
The night before yesterday, I forgot and in the morning whilst having breakfast, he was looking at this phone again. I told him that he should have left his phone downstairs. He said he did. Then pointed to something under a memory story unit. There it was! Right under the memory extension unit; but at the same time, I saw TWO phones: one smaller one hidden before and one he was staring at. I asked him why he had two phones. He then told me that he had TWO iphones. I didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. Rather stupid to let me know that he actually has two phones. One is a free phone from work.
Talking about work. He would never have got this job had it not because someone he knew was working in this place. It was a meagre £7 something an hour and after the first month, we had to extract the wages from these people. He worked from 4 to 7 and the petrol cost on the credit card my cost heart to lose its beats as it was very expensive. Gradually, this zero hour slave labour became intensely on-demand and he would go there sometimes from 2, 12 or even 10! He's now earning on par with what I earned 2 years before he was born.
My friend's daughter worked as an employment consultant and her bonus was £3000 a month! She said she wished her daughter hadn't gone to university as that job doesn't require that qualification. A degree from Oxford Brooke! And she has debts of tuition and accommodation fees. I am not after that money; I just hope my son's not going to throw away his skills. He is happy there, feels appreciated and some very nice children showed him gratitude.
Going to mark out some areas for planting. A lot to do. It's jetblack outside. Last night's fireworks were like universal rumblings ... People do have money to burn and foul the air! Glad that the old neighbour had gone - they always had earth shattering bomb-like fireworks at the stroke of midnight! I wish they sold their place next door. As it is, there seems to be a foul spectre hanging over my house!