It's dead, Jim!

This is the what happens to a jungle when you don't water it for 3 weeks in a tropical climate a.k.a. Germany with global warming. That was once an avocado tree, the scraggly grey remains of lavender ... and some sort of white flowery thing drooping over the empty watering can.

Luckily I got the unkillable varieties - after 1 day with water *ta da!* Presto digitalis They're all back to their former height. They should make you have a license before they sell you plants.

It's Alive!

Just when you thought I fell off the edge of the Earth, I have re-appeared in another location. I just got back from soggy Vancouver. I think I left there several days ago, but with the 8-hour time zone shift, I have no idea what day it is exactly. One airport looks just like another.

I took a sleepless red-eye flight that landed me in Gatwick, decided to save a pound by taking the new Easybus (horrible misnomer there) to Victoria station, waited endlessly in the Tranportation Information line-up (another oxymoron) to find out there is indeed a bus to the Globe, but it takes an hour sic to go 2 miles, so spent 4 pounds for the Tube and still had to run over the Thames and find the Globe. *phew* I did make the afternoon showing of King Lear a.k.a. the Longest Play Ever Written About Nothing Exciting At All. I managed not to knock myself out in the standing-only yard. I think that's me there.
Then there was another airport, and another plane to a field near Frankfurt and another bus to somewhere in Saarland, and finally a taxi home to bed, to sleep, perchance to dream of the Longest Way to Go From Point A to Point B.

Aye, there's the rub. If it's Monday, I think I was supposed to be at work today - but when I woke up, the sun was on the wrong side of the bed, so I had dinner instead. More pics to come ... after I've reset the clock.

*sniff*

After 3 weeks of over-eating, shopping and cruising around in a not-red GT convertible, I'm taking off across the Big Pond again. Who's gonna miss who? Bye Mom, bye Dad!