I ache.
We were doing some gardening yesterday, what with it being a nice day and all. We dug and weeded and pruned and hacked and hewed and trowelled and wheelbarrowed. And the garden still looks shite.
The green wheelie bin is full to overflowing with aquiliegia (sp?) which grow like weeds all over the garden. I dug up Wiltshire's annual quota of dandelions. There were nettles hiding in the middle of the geraniums which I managed to pull out and sting myself with, despite gloves. We hauled away a ton of borage, which is horribly invasive and spiky.
Mr WithaY put some borage flowers in the cool refreshing Pimms we had later on as a reward so they aren't all bad.
Weeding the rose bed is like clipping the dog's claws. You know it's for the best but you still get horribly scratched.
Other news: We had planned to head off to the Bath and West Show on Saturday, but the weather forecast was dire, and according to the local radio the showground had been flooded out on Thursday, so we decided not to bother. Apparently an inch of rain fell in about 2 hours on Thursday afternoon there.
Had some friends over for a very relaxed spag bol and booze supper in the evening, and we all flumped on the sofas to watch the St Trinian's dvd afterwards. Most entertaining. Mr Withay is in love with the Head Girl. She is mighty foxy.
I have written out the cheque to pay my parking fine, but am still too annoyed to actually post it. I need to within 28 days or I get sent to prison for the rest of my life, I think. I'll check the small print on the ticket again.
Oh, you'll be pleased to know that my feet are peeling from the sunburn. Most attractive. I look like a dragon fruit.
3 comments:
No need to check the small print, Dragon Fruity (with a Y) - you do get sent to prison for the rest of your life. Sorry 'bout that. Still, you've had a nice final weekend of freedom, so you can't complain too much.
Do you clip your dogs claws? I heard that this was very dangerous (being serious, for once). Apparently, if clipped incorrectly, the dog can bleed and bleed and bleed. I'm not sure if this is true or not, but I err on the side of caution and hand my dog to the vet for the procedure.
I'm also not sure if this is true or not, but my girlfriend says she thinks that Russel Brand (former Big Brother legend, presenter-wise) is in that St.Trinians film. This thought mortifies me, for some reason. Still, if he wears one of those costumes, then I might be prepared to die happy.
I need to be quiet here.
Hope everything's okay.
Kind regards etc....
TPE
Ah tpe, thanks for the clarification. I'll pack my lag bag.
We used to do the dog's claws, yes. He was actually very good, even when Mr WithaY did once accidentally make him bleed. Bless.
Mr B is in the film, but in a dodgy trilby, rather than a gymslip. You can relax.
Or not. As you like.
I think I'll relax, yes, although with a tiny hint of disappointment nagging away at the very back of my morally unfocused mind.
We've done well here, you know, Fruity. All outstanding issues have been neatly resolved with nary a drop of blood spilt (save for that of your poor dog, obv, but that was the fault of your husband and so barely counts.)
Wait. I'm not saying that he barely counts, no. Merely that we can't be expected to step in every time he wants to make your dog bleed. How would that be fair on us? Exactly - it wouldn't.)
So, good job everyone.
Happily yours cetra cetra...
TPE
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