I was amazed that I wasn’t aching more this morning
bearing in mind that when I staggered off to my pit lats night my watch told me
I’d walked nearly twenty-one thousand steps yesterday.
I got up shortly after eight o’clock, set the washing
machine going and peered into Facebook as I scoffed toast. It was still there. A
few people had been up to bank holiday weekend things yesterday, but not many.
I had a little look at the monthly accounts. I’m not
skint, but I’m nowhere near as rich as I’d like to be. Is that greedy of me?
I munzed, Wordled (mirth) and harvested dog
dung. To be honest most of it got sloshed away with a bucket of water; there
was quite a bit of dire rear going on this morning. That would explain why the
dogs had been in and out of the house all night long. I hung out the washing,
put more in, then we popped over to the garden centre. The pansies in some of our
planters were looking tired. I had a plan to get a dozen plants for about a
tenner. There was a sale going on at Bybrook Barn; I got three dozen for my
tenner.
We came home for a cuppa, then I hung out the next
load of washing then I cracked on with some gardening while “er
indoors TM” went shopping. I pulled the
dead plants from the planters, put in the new plants into place and moved all
the pots and planters about to make them look tidier. And then with everything
re-potted and moved I found a couple of pots that didn’t have nice plants in
them at all; they had weeds. So I sent a message to “er indoors TM” to
ask her to get a few more cheap plants.
I then rolled out the huge hose for cleaning out the
pond filter, and cleaned out the pond filter, and then looked at the fishing
line supporting the floating baskets in the pond. I added a little more slack
line to them, and then spent ten minutes stripping the cordyline (as one
does) and then “er indoors TM” returned.
She’d got ten Sweet Williams for less than two quid.
We had a rather good ploughman’s lunch, then I potted
the new plants, and moved the concrete garden bench. That thing is heavy; I
might have strained something. I had an idea to move the buddleias into the
shade, but according to the internet they
like direct sunshine.
I must admit I’m not overly keen on it.
I then had a little look at the internet to plan the evening.
It was as well that I did. There had been plans for a geo-meet this evening
on the beach to the east of Folkestone. We’d seen a week ago that it wasn’t in
the most accessible of places. Parking up at the old Roman villa it would be a
little (twenty minutes) walk down through the Warren to get to the given
location. Having finished in the garden and with a rather nice evening I
wondered if we might go down to Folkestone. Sadly the meet-up had been
cancelled. The chap who’d organised it (from Germany) had said “We're from
Germany and traveling through the UK in a campervan. Unfortunately, we couldn't
find a parking space. The city is very crowded. It wasn't ideal for us either”. Sadly
anyone with access to Google Street View would have known that you can’t drive
a campervan (or anything) along that bit of beach. You’d have thought
the geo-Feds who allowed the meet to be announced might have pointed this out?
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very
good dinner which we scoffed whilst watching another episode of “Quantum
Leap”.
I’m more worn out after a few hours’ gardening than I was
after yesterday’s miles. Have I ever mentioned that I *really* hate
gardening?
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