The first cut.

A busy morning here. Doris Dyson came and worked her magic, and the gardener came to trim the shrub in the corner of our back garden. I said I will pay him in kind :-) After we had had lunch, J was cutting up the bits he had trimmed off so that they would fit in a bag, ready to take up the tip, when a small bird shat on his jeans, and shoe. How lucky is that? or maybe not. there has been a lot of birdsong today, which I hope, is a sign of Spring on it's way. Bangers and mash for our evening meal later.