I promise I shall drown myself in Mysticated Wine

Ah the words of James Douglas Morrison.
Well, this is the unteempth attenpt to post my second blog, everytime I try to post some pictures my computer throws an electric wobbly and locks up.
Enough of that talk, this blog is being written to the delicate sounds of the Doors Conncerto, by Nigel Kennedy, original music by the Doors of course.
So we'll begin, I had a pretty good haul at the Village Fayre, despite leaving after 20 minutes. I used the excuse of rain on my glasses. The show looked pretty good, the 4 big boxes pof plants I delivered livened up the plant stand, and I very generously helped set up the stand before the show opened. My skill(?) with a camera has been put into practice, I took a few snaps of the Fayre, the photo of Lord Bath looks as if he has been caught with a ***** ***** ********** **** **** ** ***** ***, mind you with his 'lifestyle' he would not be embrassed.
Facebook has shown its true value, I got into contact with an Aussie fella who I spent a great deal of time in the Duttons Cottage emporium of the mind.
I have also been involved in the local music scene, by filmiong one of Thelittlegirlblues gigs at a new venue in Frome. I spoke to the promoter about filming gigs at the venue, and lo and behold they were interested. We'll see where it goes. Confessio, I should have been there tonight, but with the bad weather forcast, I spennt this evening slaving away in the garden at home, planting a hedge of hardy fushia, Monelli along with making of what is turning out to be a rather comlex raised bed. I have the plants ready for this bed, plus a whole buch of Lychnis, which I traded for a fish. I have many plants waiting, such as a wonderful Wisteria, and I've also set up some hanging baskets, with some basic nasturtiums. They might dry out quick but they should look good and feed the butterflies. On the subject of butterflies, I have set up some cuttings of a lovely Orange Buddlea, I know there should ne an 'H' in there, but can't quite remeber where it should go.
Must dash. There is an app on facebook which my Assie partners in crime told me about, the Shakesperean Insult Generator. Loads of fun, if I have any friends left.