Only six days late. Ahem. Anyway, moving swiftly onwards.
We’re going to be on the telly again! ‘Flog It!’ was filmed at the Towers in the middle of the month. It’s a BBC antiques programme that is the baby brother of Antiques Roadshow.
It’s always a bit wierd when we’re going to be filmed because the areas that will be on camera get extra special attention (because I’m sure on an antiques programme they would linger on a shot of a stray thistle, of course they would) and the other bits get sort of… left to fall behind. A little. So having been manically making the main areas extra special perfect, I had a week’s holiday and now we’re catching up on the private gardens and other nooks and crannies.
There I was, doing a bit of edging, smiling at the members of the public walking past, laughing politely at the ‘you can do mine when you’ve finished’ joke for the nth time (if I had a pound…) when a nice lady approached me, smiling. ‘Aha!’ I thought to myself, ‘she wishes to avail herself of the mighty wikipedia of gardening knowledge who kneels before her picking up small bits of grass from round the edges of the lawns.’
‘Excuse me,’ she said, ‘Can I ask a question?’
‘Of course.’ I said, slightly smugly.
‘There’s a weed in the knot garden. Could you tell me what it is?’
After I’d picked my pride off the lawn (it landed on a daisy) I followed her to look at the offending weed. It was oxalis:
I think there might be a moral to this story about pride or maybe doing the weeding. But mostly just… Grrr Oxalis.