Week 5

The Dashing White Sergeant

Hello!

How had your week been? Here it has included moving house AGAIN - only this time into my own home, hooray! And since then lots of chaos and decorating, including a foolish bit where instead of just painting over the dodgy cracks around the window frame I started pulling at the thread, only to end up with clear blue sky either side of the window. I now have brand new expanding foam skills and a smug face whenever I look at it, so it’s not all bad.

This is our weekly community post in which we share whatever seasonal things we have spotted or eaten or done this week - me first and then you in the comments. At the end of the month I compile them all into a big beautiful poem of the month, which, this being the 31st, will also drop into your inboxes today.

My life, you will be pleased to hear, has not been entirely paint and polyfilla, and here’s mine:

The Dashing White Sergeant

We went to a Burns Night Ceilidh! There was haggis and whisky, Gay Gordons and Strip the Willows, kilts and sporrans, poetry and songs. It was the big goodbye to my wonderful friend who lives in New Zealand and in who’s honour my New Year’s Eve party was held - we started and ended with a party, and that felt good. Sad to send her off back to summer, but what a send off.

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That’s it from me, expect to say that my latest on Scribehound Gardening comes out tomorrow and is on Imbolc, potatoes and that itchy fingered feeling us gardeners start to get about now. Scribehound is a paid subscription model like Substack, but you pay one fee for 30 writers. It is currently £3 for 3 months so do give us a go.

Now over to you: what have you done/see/heard/eaten this week that felt particularly ‘this week of the year’?