I drew myself up a battle campaign, laid out all the plans and changed into my war gear...yes it was time to do the garden. I put this job on par with cleaning the bog (a full time job now) and changing the bed.
Bed wise I just wait until the sheets go crinkly and that gives me a clue when I need new one's.
I have and always will, hate gardening. However after I have dug myself through all the cat poo and weeds and it is all finished, then I do get a little satisfaction from it??? Still that's it done until next year.
I offered to take a neighbours dog a walk today. She was a little concerned though that the dog was on heat. However she had a cunning plan. What she did was get a cloth with some petrol on and wiped it on the Dog's nether regions thus disguising the 'Doggy' come on!!
Half an hour later I returned, but without the Dog. Where's Bess she cried. Well I replied. She ran out of petrol half way round but don't worry an Alsatian is pushing her home!!
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