Seachain an duine a bhíonn ina thost

I've been chided for not updating, so here we go. I tried to think of something fascinating to blog about last night when I was going to sleep. I really wanted to rant about why Conservatism is just plain wrong, but I'm too tired and stressed to have arguments with people so I'll leave it until after I've finished my dissertation. I did try to talk to Sam last night about why I would vote Lib Dems (which reminds me .. must go try to register so I can vote in the local elections), but nobody ever wants to engage in a serious discussion about the poor party, immediately writing it off as a joke. Look, they may not be the most organised, efficient party in the world but their policies are far far better than either Labour's or Conservative's. In fact, I'm sometimes tempted to vote Plaid Cymru, who also have good leftie policies.

Oh I didn't mean to write a paragraph about that. Ignore it, don't argue until after the weekend.

So rhubarb. Our garden, which usually only sprouts dandelions and chip bags, has grown a fine healthy crop of rhubarb over Easter. The rhubarb plant's been there all along, but it miraculously grew from a little stump to a huge plant in just a few weeks. We've harvested two crops so far and it still looks huge. We had rhubarb crumble on Tuesday, and Chris made rhubarb and ginger jam yesterday. It smelt quite nice, despite using lime instead of lemon (he claimed they taste practically the same -- SO untrue!).

Anyway, this exciting gardening achievement (like we actually put any effort into it) combined with the discovery of the pack of sunflower seeds I was given for my birthday has inspired me to take up a new hobby. I call it Renegade Gardening.

Basically, this is how it works. You carry seeds and a spoon around in your pocket (people might notice a trowel), and randomly plant seeds in public places (probably on your way back from the pub). I obviously can't tell you where my first target is because that wouldn't be very renegade, but if you see any sunflowers growing, please take care of them instead of digging them up. See, there's no point planting them in my garden because by the time they flower I won't live there anymore. So I need to use public spaces.

I think once I've successfully planted sunflowers I might move on to bigger projects, like trees. I like trees. And I think I'll make myself a window box next year, but that's not very renegade either. I feel like Fotherington Thomas: hello trees! hello sky! hello flowers!