I did mention it briefly yesterday, but it involved mowing the lawn, pulling a pile of pondweed out of the pond to stop it from strangling the waterlilies, cutting back some overgrown stuff from the path and a bit of general weeding, with an enthusiasm born of (a) never having had a garden before and (b) needing to take advantage of the no doubt momentary lack of rain.
That enough detail? (Maybe the frog was already too much.)
A regular Alan Titchmarsh, are we not?! Goodness me, will we therefore be enjoying your Welsh dulcet tones announcing a Prom concert next?...
Actually, I'll probably mow the lawn myself today since, as it is a "bank holiday", everyone else in the vicinity will be doing the same and, since the air will therefore be full of whining mowers, I may as well join the merry throng rather than whinge about the noise from the others (although I confess that, as a rule, the nearest I get to lawnmowing is regular use of a beard trimmer - albeit not on the lawn, I hasten to add). Then I may do some dead-heading (which experience might teach me that there's something to be said for writing fewer notes, who knows?). And if the sun continues to do what it's hardly done at all this "summer", I'd better do some watering, too, since I do not have an irrigation system.
I don't have a pond, but then I live on the east side of Bath rather than in poshest Chyngfforde like some people do...
Anyway - mornin' all!
Best,
Alistair
