I get up and cook me some breakfast, and yes that's a real free range egg. My toothache from yesterday evening is worse this morning.
I play some classic PS3 gaming, well mainly Motostorm which came out in 2006 when the PS3 came out. It is still amazing, still fun,
still frantic, still noisy, but most of all, still fun to play.
I head outside and put up the trellis for the rose to grow up, the rose that grows well that is.
Hopefully later in the year that will look oh so good.
I wander round the garden enjoying its life of bloom.
Slowly the daffodils are dying and I’m de heading them as they do.
For the moment though the tulips look real good.
And here and there in different areas the appear at different times.
This tulip thing was a great idea.
The Bloody Valentine plant has come back to life as well this year. I thought it had died away.
This bed is taking longer to establish but slowly is doing so.
There is life in every corner.
To help with life the chicken poop is distributed.
Then I sit back and look at the fence, that is before heading to the shops.
Sometime later I have forest green fence paint and I get the new wall perfect out that I never used since they swapped it. At least this is taking my mind off the toothache. Half way through the job I run out of fence paint. Dam it. I go back to B&M home store that had it on offer and guess what. No more forest green. argggghhh. I know Wickes will have it but I’ll be paying more for it. Yep in fact £6 more! Anyway a while later and the job is done.
The side fence panels, and the posts and
Even the back fence. All done for this year.
I mooch some more looking at the plants and feeling good about myself for getting the fence done. It looks glorious.
Ah I think.
Me and my garden. I now love it so much.
And spend so more time out here when it is nice.
It is a thing of beauty
of wonder and
relaxation, well to a point, that tooth hurts really bad and is wobbling. Hell I’m going to have to see a dentist promptly.
And with that I curl up on the sofa in pain and pretend I’m not here. Rog texts me he’s brought another car. He has brought an MG again. Looks nice, but like all old cars, beware.