105. Back to reality

105. Back to reality

When I was much, much younger I worked for a big company and had two line managers. One I admired very much from a work perspective but, at times, she could be really difficult to get along with; the other seemed a nice person but she just wasn’t doing a great job. To...
102. Now you see them…

102. Now you see them…

You know when you stare at a magic eye picture for ages and the image finally leaps out at you? That happened with our tomatoes this week. We were sure there weren’t any growing on the vines yet (very disappointed we were too), then we realised today there are tons...
97. Photos from a chronic gardening bore

97. Photos from a chronic gardening bore

Day 4 of the blog challenge, in which I am trying to blog every day for a week. I wouldn’t say I’m running out of words yet. Not really. I just wanted to share some pictures with you, that’s all. Totally not cheating.   The sun has returned!   Fru fru...
91. Switching on spring

91. Switching on spring

I don’t want to be one of those awful English people who move abroad and complain about the heat, but (she says, limbering up to complain about the heat) … it’s 30°C here today. Thirty degrees! In Bulgaria, spring often starts like the flicking of a switch and it’s...
90. Oh, ye compost bins of glory

90. Oh, ye compost bins of glory

Bow before the most majestic compost bins in all Bulgaria. Bow, I said. Why aren’t you bowing? Oh, fuck it, here they are:   Compost bins of glory.   Look, I know compost bins aren’t all that exciting, and I understand I may be pushing the envelope in terms...
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