Sam's Intervention

Sam's been helping me dig up and over the bed. I say helping, it took him a blimmin' age to do anything, forever for instructions to sink in and his obsession about putting on accents made me initially laugh then soon want to lob him into the compost bin. But I guess I should be grateful he was happy to help, pretty miraculous for the boy that's magnetically adhered to his computer seat. I told him I'd pay him 2p an hour. He thought that was fair. I think he might have inhaled too much top soil at that point. We unearthed the old secret club house sign. This will need to be painted over soon to say "Elaine's Obvious Wine Drinking on a Summer's Evening Den". Although the beasties flying about might put paid to that.