Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: May 14, 2006

strawberry to let

HA! i've started a trend: my mate gavin's just swopped his porsche 911 for a golf GTI.

i would have swopped my golf for his porsche if he'd asked.
but he didn't.
we're going to meet up and do doughnuts down the local cinema carpark (not).

i'm going to hold onto the perou-mobile now (i think)...and switch it to bioethanol asap.

and once again, i promise to stop talking about cars: they really AREN'T as important to me as it might seem...

now i know we're leaving london, i can't wait to get out and get surrounded by the green stuff.
i'd forgotten how beautiful norfolk is...and how far from london it is too.
i was reminded of both today.
the frances and i drove there to photograph someone for something.
made it as far as the north sea and had a walk along a beach.
i was lovely: the sun even struggled to make an appearance.

quite a happy day despite 6hrs of driving and frances complaining about my small car not being as comfy as my big one.

mrs.perou. maximum and z were at granny ali's for her 70th birthday lunch/day.

yesterday i got some books for my birthday: a photography book (always a favourite) and then the royal horticultural book of GARDENING, a book on wildlife cultivation and a book on how to have a successful vegtable garden.
oh, how times is changing.
BRING THEM ON!

found this strawberry farm in norfolk and bought some asparagus (?).
i'm sure maximum would like to live in such a house.
last night he wet himself in bed.
the first time ever.
for this i curse the LDA and the dumb bastards that are witlessly fucking up our homelife.

i know things will work out for the better once they are resolved and we are living in a farm in kent.
but i hate and feel helpless that my firstborn is so affected by the stress of all this.
i've said it before, but no-one compensates you for all the anguish, upheaval and stress of being compulsory purshased.
thank god its almost over.

i so want for maximum to not be worried about his uncertain future.
maybe too late, but we have now banned ourselves from talking about moving in front of him.

i want to get back to doing creative things too.
things ARE improving now we don't surf estate agent websites every day and endlessly travel through kent, essex, london, suffolk or sussex looking at horrible houses we'd never live in...

this may also be a sign of the times but i have to confess to liking the new 'feeder' album.
i AM getting older, huh?
SOFT ROCK!
BBC radio 2 is next

:(