Hubster went out on Friday night and got right royally shitfaced, only coming to bed at 5:20am on Saturday morning. As penance for this, I dragged him round RHS Wisley and bought a few plants. And this, along with my sudden acquisition of a few more plants last weekend, meant I needed more pots. And yes, some of them were bigger.
Now, there are three places I go to for pots. Squires for BOGOF deals on big specimen pots, Wyevale for smaller glazed blue pots (they have a range of ethical pots - don't know if this means they give a fair wage to local craftsmen or the materials are sourced ethically but it makes me feel happy and warm inside), and Homebase for bog-standard terracotta and indoor/plastic pots.
So on Sunday morning, this was what my trolley looked like:
And I trundled up to the checkout. The lad looked at my trolley, looked at me, and totally deadpan asked "Are you doing some gardening then?". I'd have loved to be really sarcastic and told him that actually I had a pathological obsession with terracotta, and I was going to stack them all up in my top floor studio flat, but that would have been cruel. So would Hubster's suggestion that I was building a flowerpot man. In the end I just smiled and said "Oh yes, just a bit".
It must be very boring working on the checkouts, but there are, I'm sure, better ways of starting a conversation with a shopper! Once at Tesco, buying a 5kg bag of fusilli, the cashier said "Wow, you really like pasta don't you?". Which seemed a little silly, as it was a size that they sold, presumably for those people who find it more economical to buy 5kg at a time. Now, if I'd bought five 5kg bags, THEN he'd have been justified...
I say it every time, but the garden is full now. If the weather holds out into this evening I'll take some photos.
Now, there are three places I go to for pots. Squires for BOGOF deals on big specimen pots, Wyevale for smaller glazed blue pots (they have a range of ethical pots - don't know if this means they give a fair wage to local craftsmen or the materials are sourced ethically but it makes me feel happy and warm inside), and Homebase for bog-standard terracotta and indoor/plastic pots.
So on Sunday morning, this was what my trolley looked like:
And I trundled up to the checkout. The lad looked at my trolley, looked at me, and totally deadpan asked "Are you doing some gardening then?". I'd have loved to be really sarcastic and told him that actually I had a pathological obsession with terracotta, and I was going to stack them all up in my top floor studio flat, but that would have been cruel. So would Hubster's suggestion that I was building a flowerpot man. In the end I just smiled and said "Oh yes, just a bit".
It must be very boring working on the checkouts, but there are, I'm sure, better ways of starting a conversation with a shopper! Once at Tesco, buying a 5kg bag of fusilli, the cashier said "Wow, you really like pasta don't you?". Which seemed a little silly, as it was a size that they sold, presumably for those people who find it more economical to buy 5kg at a time. Now, if I'd bought five 5kg bags, THEN he'd have been justified...
I say it every time, but the garden is full now. If the weather holds out into this evening I'll take some photos.
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