The Assistant

Where would I be without my furry, four legged gardening companion? I’d be sitting enjoying a cup of tea in my neat and tidy garden that’s where. Instead it’s taken twice as long to mow the lawn while Murphy chased and barked at the mower, with an occasional bite at the wheels for good measure. For safety reasons he was put in the kitchen, where he found a new job supervising the rhubarb harvest. There’ll be crumble on the menu tomorrow.