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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?






And then the wall fell down

Operation TLC started on Sunday.

Now that we’ve decided that we aren’t moving house (not that we had a choice in the matter, thanks housing market crash) we, or more truthfully, I, decided that since we have all but neglected the place for the last three years we were going to get a few jobs done.

Boofuls as normal just sighed and tried to get out of it by going for his usual fail safe plan of: “I’ll strim the chicken pen.”

Let’s just say that that plan was knocked back as I had other ideas.

Every job I suggested to him he decided that he’d need some kind of power tool to complete it. What is it with men and power tools?

We eventually decided that we’d dismantle the walkway he built down between the stables when we first moved in. Having served it’s purpose well it had started to rot and was becoming more of a liability than the one it was built to avoid.

” I’ll get my chainsaw.” He said.

While he was getting his chainsaw I ripped it apart with my bare hands, it was so rotten. Ten minutes later it was all piled up on the drive waiting to be taken to the recycling centre along with the ‘well past it’s usability date’ garden furniture.

Isn’t it cathartic having a good old clear out? I love it.

Next up, extreme gardening.

It was starting to look a bit like a rain forest at the bottom of the garden, thick, lush vegetation and huge bushes which were being completely taken over by the ivy and honeysuckle.

“I’ll get my chainsaw,” Said Boofuls.

Even the chainsaw gave up the ghost after a few minutes. That left us with a pair of tree clippers.  They honeysuckle had wound it’s way through the fence, the roots pushing away at the wall. We clipped, trimmed, pruned and tidied, the pile of branches and creepers on the ground  getting bigger and bigger.

As I was moving away yet more branches I heard a ‘WHUMPH’. The wall fell down, it had obviously only been held up by the branches twined through the wire. Boofuls was lucky not to have  two  huge great blocks of concrete fall on his foot.

Those eagle eyed and familiar enough with the place will of course recognise that we are in fact in the chicken pen.

How did we end up in there anyway? BOOFULS!!!!

extreme gardening

Shortly after that we ran out of steam and enthusiasm so we went in and slumped in front of the telly for the evening. Dance practice went right out of the window because we were both to stiff to move. Ah, the joys of extreme gardening.


Lashes and me went into Bigtown yesterday to gather a few props together for a photo shoot we’re planning.  As usual, time ran away with us so she ran into a sandwich shop for a  quick lunch for Munki before nursery.

“Ham sandwich, please, no salad.”

Running back out of the shop with a face like thunder two minutes later she complained bitterly about having to pay £2.45 for a plain ham sandwich. Opening the bag her iritation turned to fury as she was greeted by the sight of  half a sandwich consisting of one slice of toastie bread cut in half, a wafer thin slice of ham and a whole garden’s worth of foliage that she’d clearly said she didn’t want.

Oh dear. Stand back.

Wordlessly she turned on her heel and marched straight back into the shop. Me and Munki watched with interest as Lashes thrust the half a sandwich back at the assistant who’d served her.  Money was returned and peace was restored.

Crikey, I don’t know where she gets this assertiveness from. I’d have just moaned like hell and slunk away, furious at the shop and  at my wimpiness for not complaining.

Good on you, Lashes.



Weekend chores

Sitting here now at my computer I have completely run out of ideas. What can I possibly say about this weekend that is even remotely interesting or amusing?

Well, nothing. It really wasn’t that interesting a weekend.  C and her beau came up on Friday to share their good and bad news.

The bed news was that he had been finished at his temporary job.

The good news was that he’d found another job, 10 times better!! Yay!!

If only we could do the same for N who’s drifting along on temp jobs with a week here and a few days there. Poor lad just can’t seem to get himself sorted out at the moment since chef jobs are a bit thin on the ground round here while pubs and restaurants are shutting down left, right and centre.

So, Friday night I introduced the world to the concept of meat crumble for tea. “Is that the same as Friday pie?” C asked with a suspicious tone to her voice. “No, it’s a proper recipe, like apple crumble but without sugar and apples, obviously.”  C decided she wasn’t hungry and declined my offer of meat crumble. Boofuls and B though both gave it a go. Boofuls because he had no real choice, take it or leave it mate, and B because he was being polite.

I think they were both pleasantly surprised. I thought it was quite tasty.  ‘Specially with a glass of very nice shiraz. I should have read the label before drinking it though. The presence of oak in it was signalled by the almost instant change of colour in my face from a nice English peaches and cream to a vivid beetroot red after tasting it.  “Oh well, I thought, ‘the damage is done now, I might as well carry on with it.’ I had two glasses and amazingly didn’t get a full blown migraine, apart from a few stabbing pains behind my left eye I got off scot free.

Saturday was no more exciting, Once again C and B came to visit,  by pure coincidence it happened to be about tea time when they arrived (oh really?).   I’d spent half the afternoon building a set for baby E to have some photos in but she really didn’t want to oblige so that was a waste of an afternoon.  Never mind. We decided to treat ourselves to a Chinese take away,   Mmmmmmm. Boofuls had his normal sweet and sour chicken, the rest of us had a variety of items to pick at. The only thing that didn’t get devoured was the prawn crackers. What a pointless item they are, they always end up in the bin. Even the hens wouldn’t eat them.

As for yesterday we had a 98% rain free day for the first time in over  a month!!!    Woohoo!!  So how did we celebrate this almost rain free day? By catching up on the gardening, that’s how.  Between me and Boofuls we racked up a total of eleven hours gardening.  That wouldn’t be so bad if we could sit back and say it’s all done but it isn’t all done by a ling way. We could probably do the same again.

I’ve been getting a bit wobbly again at the thought of moving away from here.  As  a place to live it really doesn’t get much nice than here. However, the thought of having a  nice garden that we could get pristine in a couple of hours is quite and attractive proposition when you can’t stand upright  after hours of weeding and you’re tingling from fingertip to shoulder because of all the stings from nettles and scratches from roses.

Right, now it’s time to get on with some work. I’ll be back later when I’ve something interesting to tell you.

Summertiiiiiiiiiiiime and the living is……

Bloody hard work actually!

Loving this sunshine, I spend most of my time following the shade round but I’m still loving it.

B and me have been gardening since 9 this morning, it’s now 5.20 and I’m shattered, dirty and need to get to work preparing a bbq for some of the family coming up later.

C’s new partner has been dubbed ‘Pimms youth’  because he’s not ready for a full grown up Pimms yet – it goes to his head waaaay too quickly!  Nice chap – I like like him but ssssshhh  don’t tell him. Can’t have him getting too comfortable too soon – can we?

So – working on the basis that I have to have yet another shower and family are coming up within the hour and I have nothing prepared – why am I on here blogging?

Can’t come up with a good answer so I’d better go and crack on with my chaores.

See ya tomorrow, I’ll have some nice pics of the dog as well. They were a collaborative effort between me and P.