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A married couple is doing simultaneous umpiring right now at Queens. Excellent stuff.

Tonight's food evangelising is a tray of lettuce I grew while waiting for the individual ones I planted out to get going. Been harvesting these leaf by leaf for ages now. (Almost) free food.

19 degrees here now. Where I used to live is apparently 27 in the shade. Apart from allllll the other brilliant reasons to move back north, this was one of them. Do you know, I might put a jumper on later? no wait come back

True grit

So Jacob Fearnley, after triumphing through three sets of batshit antics at the other end of the court, now immediately has to run onto another court to play doubles? Have I got this right? Crazy stuff.

ooh ooh AND the orchid is back

Nearly ready to move in. Mobile garden half shifted. If it's a nice day and nobody needs to sit inside, I could have quite the party.

Because this series of Taskmaster is so good, the inevitable consequence is a rewatch of Ghosts. Happy to report Matthew is DAMNING YOUR EYES! as wonderfully as ever. Every rewatch reveals jokes I'd missed. Tonight's was Mary's "manwich".

I nod knowledgably at the commentators' insights into technicalities on the tennis court. It is Second Week of the UK grass court season: I have been an expert since the first Monday afternoon. I shove another crisp into my mouth and concentrate. #TheTennis

i should be working on a script but... yeah, so instead, here's the story of my aunt nan, my maternal grandfather's eldest sister

Unsporting I know, but I wish Popyrin would Popyrout a few more times. #TheTennis

This is happening on Friday. If they get back from their tour in Spain on Thursday. Nothing like cutting it fine.

I take it all back. He looks like he's getting a bit arsey. No mild philosophical debates over a nice glass of red then.

I’m convinced this is how a bay leaf would talk

Watching Moutet play Fritz. I know I'm biased towards small lefthanded people (this 5'2" stands as tall as poss in solidarity), but Moutet looks like he could rustle up a delicious casserole while pouring you a boutique red wine and keeping you amused with French philosophical conversational gambits

If this strawberry decided to be perfectly ripe just as I walked past, who am I to refuse? Bloody DELICIOUS. You can't buy this taste in a shop. And you can grow a pot of strawbs on a windowsill - you don't even need a garden. sorry am evangelising

More kitchen dismantling, with help.

In bed stupidly early because I was up stupidly early and it has all suddenly caught up. Thrush outside my window: IS NOW A NOW A GOOD TIME TO TELL TIME TO TELL YOU YOU ALL ABOUT MY ALL ABOUT MY DAY?