Well, the weather was much much better than forecast so we made the most of it and were busy busy in the garden yesterday. Much pressure hosing, weeding, sweeping and general titvating has left the garden near the house looking bright and cheerful. The back of the pond - always a dodgy area - was again knee high in couch grass and, once again, I teetered on the tastefully placed but everso slippy cobbles that surround the back edge and pulled out as much as I could without actually falling in. All the while, that poem from on the boys Ladybird books kept buzzing round in my head 'when Daddy fell into the pond.....' only of course I substituted 'mummy'. Still, I live to weed another day without being muddied or having trampled any of the three remaining goldfish to death. Must put on the 'to do' list that that area needs a complete overhaul, take out the useless membrane that's suppose to stop weeds growing (does anything stop couch grass?) and replace with concrete or something similar. Or maybe we just hope the goldfish move on and then we can fill in the wretched pond which is more trouble than it's worth.
I'm eagerly watching the 'High' on the BBC's weather map. Fingers crossed.
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