When I lived in Newcastle, in my second floor flat, I grew lettuces on a windowsill; a token food source against the possibility of nuclear attack.
In my last moments, I would have eaten them. I would have felt independent, well prepared, and close to nature.
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Yesterday, Ming phoned.
His cell is an upstairs room on the bus.
He has a table, a chair and a good view in the daytime - with a 'pull-down' bed at night.
There's a dining room on the lower deck and an armed guard on the door.
(There's one by the emergency exit too.)
Didcott exchanged a few words with him in Martian.
(With Ming - not the guard.)
I found that quite moving.
Apparently, he's cut his hair.
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When there was a Greater London Council, it issued a warning to allotment holders.
Lettuces absorb toxic chemicals from traffic fumes. Grow anything you like - but don't eat your lettuces.
Ah!
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3 comments:
Hope you are feeling better, Esther. We were worried about you and your family with thevarious issues at hand. I like your lettuce story, well armed against that radiation, so you thought!
Frances at Faire Garden
Esther, I hope you're feeling better too.
It's good Didcott got to talk to Ming. You and the children must be missing him so much.
I'm growing lettuces in a container on my patio this spring. I hope there are no nuclear attacks.
Hi Esther - I used to live in Newcastle too :)
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