I passed these daffodils growing at the Alexandra and Ainsworth Estate last night on my way home from work. Can you ever have too many daffodils? If so, you're seeing them on this blog.
Not much to say about yesterday. Work work work.
Dave and I have finally started watching "Broadchurch," which came out more than ten years ago but which we somehow never managed to watch. Based on the name I thought it was a sort of "Downton Abbey" or "Bridgerton" type show, a period costume drama, but no -- it's actually a contemporary police and family drama. Really good so far! It's amazing how effectively Olivia Coleman can cry on demand.
We're also finishing Laura Linney's show from fifteen years ago, "The Big C," in which she plays a woman with melanoma. For the first three seasons she's the healthiest cancer patient I've ever seen, with time in her life for affairs and family hijinks, but the fourth season takes a darker turn and that's where we are now. Dave doesn't care for it much but I'm pressing on because I like her as an actress, and some of her co-stars too.
There are workmen in front of the house right now erecting another scaffold at the neighbors'. I assume it's because her roof work was never finished. I'm not sure what happened there -- the roofers vanished, the scaffold came down, but the place clearly still required work. Or maybe she's having it painted. Time will tell.
Meanwhile, we've had a bush die in our front garden, a Pernettya, I think as a result of Mrs. Russia's overharsh pruning last spring. When I get back from Florida I'm planning to take it out and plant a hydrangea and/or a buddleia in that space -- we already have both plants in pots and they need permanent homes. The landlords offered to pay for the plants but how do I bill them for plants we already own?
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