CUTTING THE GRASS!!

Charles is out there, cutting the grass. We keep hoping it'll be the last cut we need to do, but it never is!! When (please God!) we move we will have the tiniest patch of lawn, not even worth having a lawn mower for. Hopefully though it will be paved over pretty damn quick because 'It's neither use nor ornament' as it is now. We need to secure the boundary anyway and have to have a conversation with our neighbour to find out how he feels about a fence or wall instead of the leylandii that are there at the moment and which the girls will very happily escape through! So, Charles is outside getting hot and bothered. And I'm in the kitchen batch baking quiche. Neither task is particularly suited to the glorious weather. Instead we should be sitting in a pub garden, near the coast perhaps, sipping ice cold Pimms maybe. Never mind! I'll just get a diet coke out of the fridge...