Although a pot of tulips is now in full flame-like flower some daffodil bulbs which I planted in a pot at the same time last year have come to nothing. This is not the first time I have been let down. Daffodils don't grow for me.
As I walk up the small street called Grove Avenue I pass a woman in a cloud of spray cleaning the paint work of her house with a Karchner pressure washer. As I come level with her she switches it off allowing me to get through the haze dry as a bone. There is something pleasing about the power and simplicity of these machines, which has always attracted me though I have never used one.
Karcher are a de rigueur lifestyle accessory here, so that the brand has become a verb, like hoover, most notoriously when Sarkozy after a spate of riots, said that it was time to 'karcherer la racaille des banlieux' or something similar. I sometimes wonder if they express, in appliance form, the Frenchman's desire to urinate as publicly and powerfully as possible.
Our village used to possess one Karcher which was passed around for general use (though not on any racaille), but then we all got our own, which seemed to me an illustration of how prosperity acts against community, though probably the original purchasers of the Karcher weren't sorry - I think in fact it was a shared purchase between two neighbours, but then the non-Karcher cheaper imitations, which are still nevertheless referred to as Karchers, in the manner of all vacuum cleaners being Hoovers, came along anyway so we could all afford one. Mine has now broken down and I tend to just use bleach and an ordinary hose.
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The wild garlic I wasn't very optimistic about has come up much better this year, though I think the all the rain must have had something to do with it.
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