On Reflection...

... forget what I said yesterday. I really am getting carried away. But that's because we had a glorious meal of big ass jerk steak (the actual name of the recipe, not my name for it), cooked on the barbecue on the deck, and today we had tea and tomatoes on toast on the deck while plotting where I was going to grow my lettuce. Indeed, inspired by the sun and the memory of fresh, home-grown tomatoes, and my friend's plans for self-sufficiency, I've now ordered seeds for lettuce and herbs and tomatoes, and I cannot wait to start growing this stuff. If I manage it, obviously. Not sure how green-fingered I am these days, but I think it's going to be fun to find out.