Brrr….

…. I arrived home from work (in the late and darkening afternoon) to see the rake, that Himself had been using, lying in the front garden. He gets cross with himself if something has distracted him away and a garden tool isn’t safely gathered in, so I thought I’d helpfully ‘Hoover’ it up. It was welded to the moss (we have more moss than grass!) with frost.
I should have blipped that I suppose?
He was still working in the back garden in the dwindling light. (There’s no stopping a gardener!). I made him a brew in the gloaming.

I sat at the kitchen table with my cuppa, taking a necessary look at the dreaded ‘Christmas Present Book’… As ever, despite the little ‘bargains’ I try to gather through the year, I seem to be nowhere near Christmas ready. The stress begins!