Half way to Chesterfield yesterday evening The Builder started to swear. We were on our way out to the house so he could finish putting the struts to the shelves up and complete the cupboard doors. Why was he swearing? Because he had completely failed to put any of his tools in the car!!!! Giggle. We'll just have to do gardening instead. Assuming the weather holds.
And it did. It was a simply beautiful evening. The sun shone. The birds sang. The dog next door barked at us. We got lots done. We've cleaned most of the algae gunk out of the fish pond and started plotting the removal of the fence. Didn't see the frogs though. We've filled in the large crack between the side fence and the path and planted sweet pea seeds, a little late but I don't think that will matter. The Builder has dug out the conifer down by the tool shed and almost, almost dug out the laurel that was/is next to it. (The dog didn't half bark while he was doing that!) Then we're going to put the compost bins there and screen them with the fence from the fish pond. I've dug out some smaller conifers and started weeding the border. The Builder has mowed the lawn. So not a bad evening's work.
But there are *still* zillions of conifers left. How we're ever going to get them out from the back of the fishpond is a mystery. We may have to just saw them off at ground level. Won't matter much. I'm planning to put bog sage and other watery herb things around there. They won't mind a few coniferous tree roots.
Then we went home and had monk fish (quite spectacularly expensive -- does anyone know why? We were only eating it because the supermarket was selling it on special and because it is also quite spectacularly delicious) and Jersey royals -- and broccoli and caluiflower -- for dinner. Slept well last night. And we didn't sleep in this morning. As we did yesterday. And the day before. The poor Builder had to rush about like a headless chook. This morning the rushing was more like a headed chook :-)
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