It's sunny. We are going to look at some more houses.
Also, I have put LOADS of things on Freecycle and planted out my tomatoes in the greenhouse.
Why do a significant proportion of tomato varieties have girls names? Ma gave me some Moneymaker (admittedly, NOT a girl's name, unless it's a girl-racehorse) and then a selection of Shirley, Vanessa and two or three others that I can't remember; but they were all girls. Are all tomato growers frustrated chappies huddling in their propagating houses with no women in their lives? Or are they happily married family men (very sexist assumption that they are all men there, but hang in here with me) who name their varieties after their wives and daughters and mothers and aunts?
It's a mystery.
Anyway, I am going to put some strings in later on this afternoon for them to grow up. I absolutely refuse to stop planting stuff just because the house is on the market - it could be six months before we sell it and we'd have missed a whole summer of growing stuff. My lettuce and rocket are both coming on very nicely and will be ready to start picking in a week or so I think. The beans and the squash and the courgettes and the sweetcorn are all sprouting. And B has fixed the outside tap, so I don't have to get him to lug gallons and gallons of water up the hill to the top of the garden for me every day.
Pants call. And houses.