Wake Up Call at Tea Time!

Just walked around the garden and was shocked.

I've left my small patch to run a bit wild and now I'm paying a heavy price. That's why I bantered with Old Graham. Thought maybe we could come to an arrangement whereby he'd sort out the mess for very little or no payment. But it's not just the green stuff which needs tidying it's the detritus by the garage. Broken fence panels, broken lawn mowers and odds and ends of an oily nature all going to make an almighty eye sore.

Other ghastly items by the conifers....
Three legged tables. 'Twas a good table in its day.
Shelves. Pine but totally stained.
Paint from 1999.
Parasols. Blue. Wanted green.
Bricks. Found in the garage and used as hold-ups for aforementioned pine shelves.
Buckets. Large and ugly.
Bags of stones. Can't remember where it came from.
BBQ fork. Bought on a hot day no doubt.
Fish Holder. Bought when I was into Turbot.


A skip may be called for on account of the amount of rubbish and the fact that I don't know how to get to the council's recycling place. (Wouldn't get it in the car either)

The accumulating of general junk has always been a problem with me, just can't bear to throw things away even shattered planks of wood, holey buckets, long lengths of cable and stuff of that ilk.
But my brief walk around the garden has made me feel both angry and sad. Something has to be done.

Starting NOW...

Gloria in Destruct/Construct Mode.....

Lunch break aka skiving...

Popped outside to attend my shrubs and thought "Oh blow this" and came in for a nice cup of tea.

After sipping the tea I dunked some clothes in the sink, swirled them around with a wooden spoon and hung them outside. (I don't own a washing machine) And how they dance in the Essex breeze, little garments on a little line swaying to the sound of a couple of poopy pigeons....Hmmm

After agitating the old clothes I polished and puffed and tutted and huffed. Too warm for manual work I thought. So downed half a pint of tap water whilst checking the news and views.

It was warming up but...

Up up up I said and before one could say Hot Housewives I had a broom in my hand sweeping away crumbs and fur and all manner of detritus,

With broom in hand and sweat on my lip I answered the doorbell. A man with a clipboard stood staring at me. He was interested in my facias. As I am not interested in my own facias I told him to shove off.


For light relief I changed the water for my gloriously still alive Lillies, shook in the last of the flower food and breathed in their fabulous scent.
These have to be the closest thing to heaven-in-a-vase.

Monty is dozing by the boxes.

Cheesed up cream cracker crumbs are falling into QWERTY...


Blockhead!
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