I had my Mum over here today listening while I lamented over my dozens and dozens of unripened tomatoes. She said to try and ripen them by picking a few and leaving them on the window sill. To be painfully honest I’m a little tired of the tomatoes. It feels like I’ve been waiting and waiting; they’ve killed almost everything else in the garden through lack of sunlight and to date there has been no reward. Gardening is so up and down emotionally! She also noticed that one of the tomato trees (well they’re tall enough to be hedging for pete’s sake) has some kind of disease. The leaves are spotted and turning yellow and dying. Great. I’m about to go google before I head off for my weekend job. Honestly, I hate sundays. It feels like the day before the dentist; you can’t enjoy it for thinking of the horrors of the next day. Same for me each Sunday, thinking of the horrors before the working week. In all honesty its not that bad but every Sunday is the same!
Gloomy Gus aren’t I? Thanks to Emma for the comment on my last post. I was a little worried I sounded like an idiot, but thems the breaks I guess. Check out her blog too (link in comments section of last post) cause its a corker 
Better go, I’ve work to do zoooooooooooooooom Super Sal goes off into the night to fight for cleanliness and goodness, one office at a time.
