Setting Fires And Stuff.
Hey, Hey,
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And a good morning to yourself.
I hope that your weekend so far has been enjoyable….if not, you still have all of Sunday to go…. so get on with it!
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My own weekend has been fine, but somewhat quiet, after all of that travelling a few days ago, to find bags of non-existent fossils.
Honestly, there was me taking five carrier bags to bring home my haul, and I did not even need to open one of them!
It is a bit like going out on the town all loaded for bear, and not pulling.
Mind you, if I was doing that now all I would pull would be ancient fossils.
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Anyway, yesterday was good.
Big H and I went to the garden because our increasingly weed infested lawn needed a good cutting desperately and all of the bushes needed me to give them a good trimming, especially the scrawling and messy Buddleias.
Having said that though, they looked amazing when they were covered with butterflies this summer, it’s just that they need stern management.
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There was already a big pile of dried-up holly from my last dangerous trimming.
My goodness, those holly trees do put up a scary defence against my attempted interference…but I won even though I had more stabbings than Caesar got!
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We have a dustbin-type burner so I started it off and then threw in lots of holly bits and small sticks to keep it going while I sorted out the cuttings from trees, wild rose and the hawthorn hedge.
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It was so unbelievably hot so close to the fire and after a few hours of it I had sore smarting eyes, slightly frizzled hair and one bright red arm, due to using a stick to push down the bits in order to keep the blaze going strong.
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However, it all ended with the lawn beautifully trimmed, due to a profusely sweating Big H, and no remaining huge piles of gardening waste all thanks to myself.
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Of course we were both stinking when we got back into the house, but it always feels good when you have made a big difference.
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We rewarded ourselves of course.
I got myself an ice cold Guinness (it is the weekend after all) and Big H was given a pint of cloudy apple juice with a handful of ice cubes dropped into it.
The word. I think was….AAAHHHHHH!
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After dinner it was all speed ahead for X Factor and just vegging out in front of the television.
Aaahhhh!
J,x.
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