A Literary Dilemma

My Blob has a lot of books. There are books everywhere, stacked, piled and even boxed. I would guess that this is because Blob likes books. And I would be correct. Blob loves to read but this week she has bitten off a little more than she can chew.

Firstly when she was in Cornwall a couple of weeks ago, she read a book called Evermore. She didn't realise that it was a 'teen' book, but it was easy reading and she wanted the second and then the third book in the series.

Last year she read the entire series of Charlaine Harris "True Blood" novels and was looking forward to the next one to come out in paperback.

Some time ago she read all the Douglas Adams books and thought that that would be the end of that, seeing as he is dead and all.

She is also an avid reader of Robert Rankin and is always looking for further paperback by this writer to read.

She was also looking forward for the paperback version of the latest Dan Brown novel which apparently comes out on the 21st July.

So cleverly using the interweb and a lunch time jaunt to WH Smiths, she has now the following dilemma...

A fresh clean and book smelling copy of:

• Shadowland, the next book in the 'teen' series.
• Dead and Gone the next book in the True Blood Series.
• And Another Thing, which is part 6 of three - a continuation to the HitchHikers Guide to the Galaxy, but this time written skillfully by Eoin Colfer which is frighteningly like the originals.
• Necrophenia - a Robert Rankin novel.
• The Lost Labyrinth - shes not sure what this is but she needed to get it for the buy one get one half price deal.

She now has until the 21 July to finish all the above because thats when the Dan Brown book turns up.

Her dilemma only lasted a few minutes to be honest, she has now officially started all of them.

I hope its not me she wakes up when she has nightmares!

Bob

Bees!

This is really the summer of bees. What with Blobs mate Denise growing bees and Bob making a completely rubbish bee house out of a milk carton which is now homing a couple of spiders, we now have our own Bees.

Last year Blob grew trailing lobelia in a green plastic hangy thing with holes in it. This year she ignored it, and today there are three bees carrying bits of leaf into it and evidently making a home.

Blob is a little reticent about it because although she was quite prepared to home vagrant and asbo bees who had no hive, she is not sure quite what a 'team' of bees making a home in an old hanging planter means to the garden.

"What if they are terrorist bees?" she mumbled through the patio door glass watching them from a safe distance, "What if they decide to territorise my garden and wont let me in it?"

"Were they wearing balaclavas?" I asked, "Were they wielding semi-automatics and machetes? - No?, then unlikely. By the way is it time for second supper?"

Blob sometimes has severe sense of humour failures - no wonder she cant get a bloke.

Looks like its nothing til breakfast then.

Bob

You should see the other guy ...

I dont ask for much, but I do expect a little sympathy when im hurt.

But what do I get ... What do you think?

Daft comments and a new nickname of 'Scar Face'.

I ask you!
Somebody take pity on me!


Bob

It doesn't end at Wisley

She came back from Wisley so inspired, Blob immediately went outside to her little garden (much smaller than Wisley) and took some pictures of her flowers.

And these are the flowers I have been instructed to share with you:

Strawberries!

Roses (Handel)

Clematis Harlow Carr

Pinks

Grapes

Some sort of vetchy pea type thingy.

Scabius

Dianthus

If she comes up with any more flowers with which to bore you all to death, I shall respectfully decline. (Not particularly respectfully to be honest - I'll just be plain rude!)

Bob

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It's all gone horticulturally mad!

On the way back from the auction, the brown (was pink once) blob popped into Wisley.

Blob likes Wisley because she considers it to be an extension to her garden being only 20 minutes away down the A3.

Some of you may remember her visit to Wisley earlier in the year when it was a bit wintry and bleak, so you now get to see how green and lovely it is in June.

The picture on the left is a resplendant Weeping Silver Lime and the one on the right is a Tupelo. You may remember the picture of this one earlier in the year with no leaves on. This particular tree is known as the Wisley Bonfire because of the amazing colours in the Autumn. Blob will endeavour to get a picture of it when the leaves turn.

This bush is a Philadelphus.

Blob is going to get one of these to replace the Hebe in the front garden. I have no problem with bushes in the front garden because i get to hide under them when Blob thinks I'm out hunting. This particular bush smells of bubble gum, which although sounds awful is actually gorgeous when its naturally occurring.

The picture here is of bamboos and was taken for no other reason than Blob thought it was amazing.

The new rose garden has not yet been constructed, it is due to be opened in 2011. Blob is hoping to see the plants in by the end of this year, but the old rose garden is still blooming lovely (did you see what i did there!!)

I suspect Blob will have a further update on Wisley later in the year.

Bob

Going Going Gone

Today the big brown blob went to an auction.

This apparently is a big room full of old stuff and lots of people (some of whom were as old as the old things), with a man on a lectern shouting numbers whilst the old people waved, nodded and winked at him.

Blob seems to think that this is very similar to flirting, what with all the waving, winking and nodding going on but was told that she had to stop winking, waving and nodding at everyone unless she wanted to buy something. Life is so not fair!

This is all part of her major de-clutter - she has been doing boot fairs, selling on ebay and the good stuff has gone to auction.

Well, on the proceeds of today, Blob will not be giving up work and becoming a lady that lunches, she will however be able to get her electrics done - maybe!

She also discovered that the auction place she went to, has a specialist book auction section so she is going to start de-cluttering her bookshelves - she does love a good de-clutter.

She is hoping that her mother (who she went to see when she was in Cornwall) will also start to de-clutter, but that as they say, is quite another story. (More like a fairy tale than just a story).

With luck some of the proceeds will be syphoned off into the Blob loves Bob fund?

A cat can dream!

Bob

Deserted yet again.

I knew this togetherness was too good to last - just when we have settled into a 'water the garden and then snuggle on the sofa' routine every evening, the big pink blob buggers off to Cornwall for a few days.

But not only did she leave me, she got some complete stranger called Jeremy to come in and feed me.

Jeremy was obviously so taken with my glorious good looks and amenable nature, the first thing he did was try to pick me up and cuddle me ... I'm not sure who was more shocked ... Me because someone i don't know wanted to slather me in kisses, or Jeremy because he couldn't actually get me off the ground.

Sometimes it's good to be big boned!

She came home on Monday, and should now perhaps be referred to as the brown blob, because she's changed colour - something to do with the sun I believe.

I'm not one for open displays of affection, but it was nice to get back to snuggles on the sofa - not that i'll let brown blob know however - there are limits.

Yours contentedly

Bob