Ye Gods, I had a productive day yesterday. The garden hasn't been touched since Mr W dug it over a couple of months ago, so while he cut the lawn (a mammoth undertaking as many of you will know) I cleared and weeded and hoed (there's a word that doesn't need a spurious apostrophe!) and tidied. I've cleaned out the greenhouse, laid black cloth and inserted growbags. I've put up bean canes and done all the borders, cleaned the paths and cleared out all the planters.
Today, of course, my back is shot. However, I have ladies coming for wedding dress measuring and the house needs to be sorted before they arrive so I'm just waiting for the painkillers to kick in!
Had a most pleasant evening in the company of girfan
. The Cornubia is a delightful pub and we laughed so hard on the way home that I can add shot tummy muscles to the mix this morning. How we got from 'dismantled organs' to 'the trumpet involuntary' I leave entirely to your imaginations, safe in the knowledge that your all as bad as we are. I think it was the idea of the diagrams in the postulated Haynes manual for organ dismantling that started it.
Perhaps I shall get the planting finished this afternoon.