My sister arrived early on and licked the front garden into shape.
I videoed the result and have mooched around it for most of the morning. If my new neighbours are out in their back garden I try not to be around in mine, for all I seem to hear is an elderly Yorkshire terrier’s incessantly yapping followed with their incessant bellows of “ Shut up Charlie”
It’s all a bit common.
Speaking of common I’ve just braved Tescos in Prestatyn
Which can be a trial in itself if you aren’t in the mood for badly behaved kids and their sports wearing parents.
I soothed my nerves with a mooch around the home department of TK Max and bought a rug, and some accessories for the new bathroom.
Charlie was at full hysterical yapping stretch when I got home so I closed up the back of the cottage and opened up the front to the sun.
Hopefully he’ll have a Stroke soon
( I only mean that a little )
It’s still glorious here.
The honeysuckle which Janet so fervently cut back last year has formed the front door in dark green healthy leaves in which the hedge sparrows from the lane are presently chattering.
The sea pinks in the basket by the door have finally bloomed and are thriving in their mid air beach.
I’ve watered the houseplants using the garden toucan and the front room now feels a little humid in the direct sunshine
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