That was a heartening post, Kaimoana. New experiences, new friends, lots, hopefully, to look forward to. And Trevor's fame widens! Yay. Hoping for ⬆️sales for you.
I think, Grammaretto, not that it's anything to do with me that your home becoming a music school would be just lovely. Lots of noise, music and joyful laughter ringing out: it had always seemed to be a home to be loved. Do you have any strong feelings about what might happen to it? Presumably a music school would give you peace and quiet in the evenings- unless for lovely performances. Would there be any fear that it could be bought by a builder😱 for the plot for an apartment block? Maybe you are 'listed'?🤞
No, Doodle, no worries from me about my away-days. Can't come quick enough. It was 26 degrees, cooler, they told me, than the previous day. I had a picnic lunch on a bench in one of the Magnificent Seven Victorian cemeteries in London, whilst taking a break from relly hunting. It was magical. So much wilderness, so much uninhibited wild life, not a sound from the nearby traffic. It is part (official) park now, thanks to the GLC as it was in the 1960s. Running trails, lots of dog walkers, a children's volunteering session with wheelbarrows, mini tools, butterfly nets, notebooks, abundant wild cyclamen in the shaded undergrowth.
I was duly chastened by Kaimoana's picture of agapanthus au naturel, making my offering look so weedy in comparison. I was aware that they grow in abundance in the Channel Islands. In my defence, this is the secondary tub, acquired for nought from Freecycle. I have a pair of much larger dolly tubs, given to me by the grandson of our next door neighbour when clearing the house. He remembers his grandmother using them there when he was a child. They both contained matching plantings of huge white agapanthus plants, my pride and joy, set up at the door. They were many years old, well pot bound but thriving on intentional neglect. That included (note past tense) leaving the foliage untouched, albeit rotting or frost damaged, safe in the knowledge that this would act as protection for the new growth in the spring.
Until Mr.I put in his Monty Don hat, 'tidied them up' (sic) and killed the lot.
Jan, Barney sympathises with Theo. He tends to find cooling relief by stretching out on clean laundry on 'his' bed.