Never count your chillies until they're hatched...

[desperance]

...but my first dozen are poking their heads above the compost, right on time. They may be regretting it now, poor things, plucked out of the dark damp warmth of the airing cupboard ("Chaz, why is your airing cupboard damp?" "Because it's full of hatching chillies, obviously.") and set to shiver on windowsills. Behind double-glazed windows and they're still in propagators, but shivering none the less. If they had any imagination, it'd be Barry's interest that made them shiver more. I hold out small hope for their survival, once they come out into the open; but a man must try.

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[pennski.livejournal.com]

I dread to think of the effect of chillis on Barry's digestion.

In other news Bob is officially Not Talking to Us, since we took him to the vet's for his booster jabs this morning. There was an incident with a cat basket and an urgent call of nature. Nuff said.

[esmeraldus-neo.livejournal.com]

My two houseplants had been unhappy with domestic politics for some time before I got Malcolm.

When Malcolm made himself Minister of Chewing the Hell Out of Plants, the plants sought asylum in my ex-husband's house.