Once there was a front garden

Now at least we've reduced the height to a foot or two! Steve got the petrol strimmer working and gave me a lesson. I think he's better at it than me. It's quite heavy. However, I've ripped out the brambles and the rest of the willowherb, so maybe he can have another go tomorrow.

Work was ok. I managed not to think too much about Bomble, but missed him when I got home and the house was empty. Sat in a deck chair in the sunshine for a bit and read, and admired the beautiful containers that Steve's planted up for the patio. Have almost made up my mind to buy a cordless vacuum cleaner. It looks awfully like the strimmer, though. I don't think our carpets are quite as bad as the garden!

Tomorrow is the last day of summer playscheme, and apparently there are going to be LOADS of children or young people, plus chocolate and doughnuts to keep us going. Maybe I should quickly run up some gluten free cakes for myself. I don't think I have enjoyed the playscheme as much as in previous years. We have great facilities, but I haven't done many one to ones, or any cooking, and there is not much interest in craft activities. The sporty young male staff of previous years, who made things so much fun, have got other jobs or apprenticeships now, and we haven't played boccia at all. I did attempt to play tennis this morning, for the first time in forty-five years. I don't think I'll wait another forty-five before I play again.

And so to bath. Too much gardening has wearied me.