I beg your pardon...

And so it came to pass that at 8.20 this evening, I decided that it was a good time to start the garden. 

I have no idea what got in to me,it normally takes me the whole Saturday and most of Sunday for three weeks before I can manage a couple of hours on a warm afternoon.

But no, tonight, I donned the Trousers of The Garden and applied the Jumper of Great Warmth and Not a Lot of Movement and headed to the front edging with a pair of scissors.

I had hoped to get away with that one, but apparently the love of my life lifted his head high enough to see me laying on my belly, trimming the edge with the scissors. 

It was necessary, a month ago, we put a little edging in, and the strimmer died.  The strands of grass were so long the edging was in danger of disappearing. 

As it is, the edging is now very pretty and much shorter. 

Once I had removed 2 lb of weeds and used them into the bin.

I sat in the garden, and wondered what the hell was wrong with me.