Actually the day started well - John put in a sterling morning's work on the extra space needed for the potato bed, while I mowed the lawn, so we used the fine part of the day well. I also had a bit of a go through one of the raised beds, removing self-seeded tomato plants - one of the dangers of home made compost, as nothing kills tomato seeds. Something else that doesn't disappear in the compost bin is the outer layer of teabags - you can see what gets left behind here. We are not pretentious with using loose leaf tea, we are helping our soil!
This afternoon was less interesting weather-wise, so I decided that the 7½ pounds of (mostly) stoned cherries I had been hoarding for a year or two finally ought to be turned into jam, lots of jam. Cherry jam is a bit of a pain, and I refuse to pay the extra for jam sugar (inner tight-fisted peasant coming out there), so I add a handful of frozen blackcurrants to the mix to provide pectin. It is still not the hardest set jam but it is lovely in tarts and on brioche! Here it is cooking away.
None of that is sad or worrying I hear you say, and you'd be right. While I was fighting the good fight with the cherry jam, there was a murder in the road outside our house. Our neighbour's cat, who gave birth a couple of days ago, was outside, as were her owner and another neighbour. She was sniffing around on the road, when a brown car came round the bend at the bottom of the road on two wheels, drove at speed (despite the 50km speed limit and approaching junction at the road, swerved and deliberately hit and killed the cat before speeding off through a stop junction, presumably to see how many more the b@st@rd could kill as he sped through the centre of the village. Neither of us saw it, but John got a blow by blow description from our neighbours, who are naturally very upset and shocked. John ended up cleaning the road. Our girls are going to get the road safety lecture this evening, although they will likely ignore us.
Sometimes people are awful shits.
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