This is a post left over from when Loose and Leafy was a work of fiction. Later, it evolved into what it is now - a blog about the wild plants of the South Dorset Coast.
To make sense (in so far as there is sense) of these early posts, you may like to take a look at Esther in the Garden.
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Ceres will arrive tomorrow and that spells trouble.
She's a pain.
And the police will want to know where I got her from and I won't know because Mr Johnson won't say - but it's an ethical thing. If I agree to take her now and that leads to all the children coming home that must be good, mustn't it? Except . . . if that 'home' turns out to be my home then it won't be a 'good thing' at all; not for me.
If only they were nice children! There are posters up about them everywhere and they've been on television but although everyone pulls long faces and talks about them in hushed voices you can sense an undercurrent of relief. No-one wants them harmed but no-one wants them here either.
Mr Johnson (the lurking man) says he knows where Robert and Caddis are too but they don't want to come back yet. His wife is looking after Charon separately but this seems to mean separately from him as well as separately from the other children and he's a bit vague about where they might be.
Nancy wants to know when I'm going to show pictures of my garden. I'm not! Definitely not! Not unless people would like to see photos of planks of wood, a wasteland of concrete, acres of gravel and a pile of lumpy shapes which is supposed to pass for a 'rockery' and has plants resembling bright green lolly-pop cones on sticks sticking straight up out of it. And even if they did, I'm not going to put them on my blog! As I say, I don't have a garden. Not what I'd call a garden. Not a garden anyone would want to 'be' in. Esther said it's all my fault for not knowing the difference between a garden designer and a landscape gardener. But I didn't and I'm the one who is paying for it and I wish she hadn't been so self-satisfied about it. Sometimes I'm almost glad she's gone too.
No, I'm not.