Show and Tell

I have a new mobile phone with a camera. My bloggin' will be transformed. At least it will be when my weekend visitor comes and shows me how to activate Bluetooth on my computer and transfer pictures across. Anything rather than try to make sense of the instructions myself.

Arrived home too late on Wednesday to see what the drive looked like after four days away, and it was raining, but next morning I could see it hadn't improved. Gritty stuff gets stuck to the shoes and transported onto the terrace which is horrible. I think a layer of stones will be the answer, and in the meantime I'm going to stay chilled about it. It's only a drive.

I had a fabulous day in the garden, weeding and raking my big shrub bed which had sprouted lots of green stuff in my absence. It was quite back-breaking but very satisfying. The day was warm, sunny, still and almost completely silent apart from when Sarah's nieces and nephews came to visit her across the lane. After hours of weeding I suddenly remembered that the evenings are much shorter now, and if I was going to get the lawn mowed I'd need to get a shufty on. That's the first time the full implications of the clocks going back really hit me. Bloody waste of good gardening time. So I mowed and mowed, up and down, emptying the grass every second run because it was wet and very heavy. This morning I can see that an animal has nested overnight in the temporary heap I stacked at the bottom of the garden. Hope it's not Ratty.

I was absolutely on my knees by the time I finished the lawn, but I still had the terrace to power wash. Mud and drive grit had made it messy, and there was no leaving it for another day. And so I set to, one of the best outdoor jobs there is. Result? Everywhere tamed for now, neat, gleaming, lovely. And so to bath.