Hello the kitchen. I drew the short straw today and ended up working indoors instead of out! So DH is painting the fence that used to have my honeysuckle on it but now affords me a view of the manky side of the upper garden and the clothes line. Wonderful. I got to give the downstairs a good bottoming before the hygiene police - aka DD - arrive tomorrow!
I am not pleased with you, Baggs?. I have walked, footballed, dug, raked, humped stones, cleared up mountains of garden rubbish, eaten practically nothing naughty and I have put on two pounds in the past three days!!! Fed up doesn’t cover it if you can eat biscuits and chocs! Any left?
Lovely freesias, Soop. I had freesias for my wedding bouquet, and have loved them ever since.
I only have one grandchild so I suppose I should not complain when some Grans handle multiple GC with panache, but he is a bit of a whirling dervish (I can no longer look the term ‘Duracell bunny’ in the face since Izabella pointed out that it might have other connotations!!
. But while I am often quite relieved when we part company, I have missed him sorely the past two days. Is that silly or what! Oddly enough, when we were in the park watching the fly past yesterday, he and his mum were in the same crowd, but we didn’t know until we saw their car driving away! We each thought the other was going to a different venue to watch it! To paraphrase Billy Bunter’s classmate “the disappointment was terrific!”
Like you, Swanny, and, I suspect, most of us, I wish I had a cure-all magic wand, and the world’s biggest roll of cotton wool, at times.
Well, the railing painting is going very slowly (it’s not the Forth Bridge for heavens sake!) and now he needs a cup of tea. I will look in on you all, later.