Summertiiiiimmme and the living is…

Bloody hard work!

The gorgeous weather dragged me outside to play and  shirk my responsiblities. I took most of the day today off work to go to the park with Lashes and Munki and then get on with some gardening.

I’d arranged to meet pick Lashes up at her home at 11.45 so we could have a walk in the park and then drop Munki off at nursery straight after.  At 11.00 I got a phone call:” Are you on your way, we’re on the doorstep waiting for you.”

“But it’s not time, it’s only 11.00.”

“Oh. So it is. Crap. Are you going to come now then?”

So, my coffee went down the sink and I set off for our trip to the park to feed the ducks.

Ungrateful sods that they are. Not a bit interested in the bread on offer. It didn’t take Dr Dolittle to work out that all that quacking meant; ‘Not bread again! Ooh, I could murder a nice biryani.’

Not that I blame them. I bet they’re all  waddling round with terrible IBS because of all the wheat they ingest on a daily basis.

All my good intentions to get stuck into work and designing the next album in my queue  fell apart when I got out of my car at home and realised that the day was as perfect as a day gets. Shame to waste it.

The washing machine worked overtime as I washed everything that wasn’t nailed down. The cats made a sharp exit in case they got caught up in the cleaning frenzy. What is it about a nice sunny day that makes you want to get everything washed  and on the line whether it’s dirty or not?

Next I took my ‘magic claw’ to the garden. Project TLC is in full swing. At the moment I’m trying to work out what to do with the patio at the back. It’s looking more than a bit sad, all the paving slabs are at all sorts of tipsy angles, it’s positively dangerous and grim looking.

While I was out with Mrs Woofy the other day I saw a drive that had pattern imprinted concrete and it didn’t look bad at all. I had a eureka moment.

‘That’s it! That’s what we’ll do with the patio.’  WRONG.

After a quick measure up and a call for a quote I’ve discovered that it’s going to cost in the region of £12.000!!!!  Fookety fook!

Now I’m on the lookout for a good hard landscaper, any ideas?

I don’t of course mean hard landscaper as in: ‘He’s well ‘ard.’  I mean a landscaper who specialises in land drainage and hard landscaping.

Now when I say hard landscaping I don’t mean difficult, I mean……..

Anyway. I spent a lovely afternoon gardening and then Boofuls took me to the pub for my dinner. Roast chicken on  a Wednesday? Lovely.

The warm weather has had it’s usual effect on the cats. They sit outside  the door howling,

‘Wanna come in.’

‘Iiiiiiiiiiiinn, Let me iiiiiiiiiiiinn! Iiiiiiiiiiiiinnn!’

‘Leeeeeeeeet meeeeeeeeeee iiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnn!

So, in they come. Two seconds later:

‘Wanna go oooooooouuuuuuuuut.’

Ooooouuuuuuuut. Let me oooooouuuuuuuutt!

Tell me again why we have pets?

 

 

 

 

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