A couple of posts ago I wrote about how the back garden has looked like this
ever since the builders left, after using it as a storage area, last June. This despite the fact that the other-half used to garden for a living. Well I'm pleased to say he finally ran out of excuses (one being 'I've got gardeners' block') and now it has been transformed.
Behold the new garden:
Ha ha ha. I am very funny.
Actually it looks like this:
It all looks a bit plinky plonky at the moment but once the plants start growing it'll be a thing of beauty. We haven't replaced the grass opting instead for flowers in the hope of encouraging bees. This may be a tad foolish as the other-half is wildly allergic to wasp stings. He's never been stung by a bee so we've no idea how he'd react but maybe I'd better think about life insurance. The eagle-eyed among you may be wondering why there is an unconnected shower head fixed to the shed (far left). It's because, here at Discombobulated Towers, we are not afraid to embrace the twee.
Talking of twee I went shopping in lovely Ludlow the other day. I meant to buy sensible things like toilet rolls and socks. Instead I came home with a handbound notebook, a quince for the garden and an hourglass. That's just the kind of town Ludlow is. I've been sad enough to check and it actually takes 62 minutes for the sand to trickle from the top to the bottom of the hourglass. Should I ask for a refund?
I had chemo yesterday and, after feeling like a dog's dinner last time, I am stuffed to the gills with anti-nausea medicine. On the plus side I have spent the day lying on the sofa with the cat, a packet of ginger biscuits and a book about the nasty Normans duffing up the Ango-Saxons. I've had worse Wednesdays.