BLUEBERRIES

This bush is four years old. The first year I had three berries, the next two there were not only no berries, there was no blossom. So I stood over it in autumn and said, 'Now look here, buck up your ideas or it's the compost heap for you'. This year it is simply smothered in blossom. Jings, I wish my teaching had commanded such respect.

So there I was this morning, wondering if I was ill enough to call off my lunch with jetty girl when she called it off cos she was ill. So glad she got in first. I was intermittently yucky yesterday with some unidentifiable ailment that continued until a couple of hours ago when I stood over myself and said, 'Now look here, buck up your ideas, walk to the post office briskly or it's the compost heap for you*.' And it worked, I'm fine now and have just eaten a large portion of delicious vegetable and oat crumble. Oh, and I made a choker for a friend who likes lime green. I am still experimenting, with these illusions - you can see one of those here.

I wonder where I should try my mysterious power next?

* Not as strange as it may sound. The Prof has been told that he is to scatter my ashes there.