Dig, dig, digging!

Woke this morning with heavy eyelids after another night of broken sleep. This time it wasn't a wandering mind to blame, but growing pains and a freak nosebleed from the bigger little un.

Decided to get out early with the objective of locating a replacement digger. With a crisp £10 note reserved in the wallet the three of us headed off to the local carboot. Was losing faith half way around, but then just as we were about to give up the search we hit gold! It must have been spotted from a good 50 metres away and with some brisk negotiation it was secured.

Once constructed it became quite an attraction in the cul-de-sac as kids queued up to butcher my borders and lawn!