|'Bootscreature (deepbluesquee) wrote,|
@ 2013-05-25 16:45:00
|Current music:||Dream of the Sky, Miracle of Sound|
At least I smell rather nice now. Eu de sage and lavender, who knew.
Back lawn cut, AGAIN. Sweet Angelica tamed, sage and lavender hacked back so I could find the path, that heap of old leaves and pots and outright junk FINALLY moved so Mum and Trevor can take it to the dump in a fortnight's time...
All that, and I have washing drying outside on the line and a batch of cookies waiting downstairs.
........well, most of a batch of cookies. Ahem.
Not bad for a half-day's work, and now I have the rest of the bank holiday weekend to recover from all the aches and pains I'm pretty sure I'm going to wake up with tomorrow. For one thing, I heaved an old stone pot full of rubbish down to the other end of the garden, put it down and gouged a lump out of my finger right by the nail, courtesy of a sticking-out nail in a lump of wood that I hadn't seen. I swear, the last couple of weeks it's been all-out war declared on my fingertips...
Now, though, I'm going to have a nice hot bath and watch a Let's Play of Bioshock Infinite. There shall be cookies. Yeeeeeees. </megatron>