..... On the Wall

I bought a fifth one today, the biggest yet. It will go in my sitting room, above the fireplace. It's a sort of smart grey at the moment, but I'm painting it F & B White Tie, like the walls. I nipped off down to the antique centre at Marlesford in a break in the lawn laying, when I felt it was safe to leave the lads alone. And then one of said lads, the pretty Lewis, carried it in from the car for me. He was as careful as if it were a newborn baby, propping it gently on the mantlepiece, and then parking it pro tem in the room with no name. He doesn't know it's called that. He already thinks I'm a bit nuts. And that's because I don't agree with the slapdash way he has been taught to lay lawns, but I've only conveyed that sentiment by offering helpful advice and pointing out problems he's decided not to notice. It's my garden for flip's sake. I want it to be as right as it can be.

First Cut is the Deepest

And on it goes .....

From Coat to Vest, the lovely Lewis

End of play Thursday, one third done

After they left I set to watering the lawn-so-far. It looks amazing, but who knows what horrors it harbours this time around? Lewis told me to keep off the raked earth, but I didn't. Honestly, it is FULL of tufts of grass that haven't been raked out. His dad (stepdad) is coming tomorrow morning so I hope he has higher standards. Anyway, I raked around a bit and unearthed masses of huge tufts which I then threw over the fence so they wouldn't be seen. But Lewis will notice my footprints. Oh, what an agony of anticipation. Will he see for himself how much still needs to be done, or will I have to point it out to him. Next installment tomorrow. Dun da dun dun.