It's been a bad week for the garden. A combination of butterflies and parasitic water has lead to a very forlorn site. The broccoli is all but gone, and it was getting pretty big, which is a shame. But this is the thing when yo're a beginner, I didn't think to put netting over it and by the time someone mentioned it might be a good idea butterflies had already gone about their business. I have tried a couple of sacrificial plants - moving the caterpillars to those plants when I spot them, but there are so many I'm fighting a losing battle. I can do better next year.
We have been on alert for cryptosporidium in the water for a week now. I know it's hardly the end of the world, but it is a bit annoying at times to have to boil water for everything. I'm not going to use the term first world problem as it's a phrase I dislike far more than I probably should. Our problems are our problems, none of us are saying they're earth shattering things, but can we only vent a little bit of frustration when we're at the end of our life or when our house has been transported to Oz? Madness I say.
I had a bit of a spending spree at the charity shop yesterday. Dan's mum has been after some new films to watch, so I always keep an eye out for her. We are desperate to get her using Netflix or something like that, but as he won't even pay her bills by direct debit because of "computers" I think we're fighting a losing battle. So I picked up 7 dvds for her and I bought a watch for Dan. He donated his old watch to one of the more fancy charity shops last week. It was expensive (to us) when he bought it, but it has a leather strap so he won't wear it these days. We had a quite nice Fossil watch at the shop yesterday so I bought it for him. £32.22 I spent on that little lot. Blimey.
Forgot to say, my compost bins arrived on Tuesday too, so we've set up a fod waste bucket in the kitchen and will move the piles of stuff in the garden into the bins at the weekend, weather permitting.