Under Pressure

While shopping this morning I popped into The Range in Newark. I was flicking through a flyer while I was waiting to be served and they are selling pressure washers, cheap, so I had to get one didn't I.

Had a spot of bother attaching one of the hoses but got that sorted and all working.

So far I cleaned the bird poo off the bins and greenhouse, and one of the garden chairs

After sorting out the ugly spot last week, the paths along the side and back of the house look terrible, so that's another job I can now do.

Then of course there is the car, which is a might dusty. Actually it looks as though I've just driven through the Sahara.