Up *early* this morning. 05:35 early. The start of a busy day, and a frantic week.
I daren't mention what we did at the weekend because, apparently, I make it sound like I do all the work. So, my *WIFE* spent all of yesterday in the garden stringing plants, and generally correcting the useless efforts of our gardener. (He's a good gardener, but stringing plants doesn't seem to be his forte!)
Whilst my wife was working, I, the husband, was swanning around swimming, cleaning bathrooms (twice, although not because the first attempt was no good), and changing the bed linen. Amongst other things.
Saturday, in contrast to the busyness of Sunday, was spent visiting a national trust garden, and meeting up with the in-laws. A beautiful, sunny day provided the backdrop to a nice walk.
Tonight brings with it the challenge of the last remaining plant to need work in the garden. A huge climbing rose that hasn't seen a lot of attention, and needs some guidance and some stringing love. At least the early start should see me away on time. The wife will eat early; I'll eat on the way home; little one will retire; then, the plant will be ours.
2 comments:
Oh you do so exaggerate, dear!
I merely corrected your assertion that you spent all day gardening. You didn't. I, however, did 13 hours virtually solid.
You did many other worthwhile things, like refusing to let me have a lie in even though it was my turn(!!), and taking snoops swimming, and changing a bed, and cleaning a bathroom ONCE (someone missed the window sill again!), and the bath twice. Dirty daughter. And, yes, you did some gardening. But not the entire day, by yourself, as implied on twitter. Honestly, anyone would think you do everything and I sit around doing nowt!
You could break bricks on my belly muscles today, and I reckon my arms would give Stallone a run for his money.
...now where's my nail-file...
I have such a hankering for fish and chips today.
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