A late good morning from me, and I hope Yorkshire is doing Mick proud. The (not so) Little Lord of Chaos and I had a very good day yesterday. We made Cornish pasties, went to the garden centre where he persuaded me to part with more of my money than I intended to, and spent some of his own on a lump of pottery with ‘Grandad’s Garden’ written on it. We then worked ourselves to a standstill clearing space for the new plants and cutting back the evil shrubbery which was full of nettles (“well I can’t go in there, Nans; I’m wearing shorts!”). We ended up filling a green bin that had been almost empty. After dinner we played ludo. Today I think we’ll have a crack at tidying up the garage a bit, I’ll take him out for tea and cake, and then I’ll drive him home. Slave driver, me? Not a bit of it!?
Have the best day you can folks.