Our gardener retired last year and Darsh says we will save some money by cutting the lawns ourselves [he even scrounged a mower ready for him to have a go.] He figured that if he cut it really short he wouldn't have to do it again for a little while. My husband cannot be told, so he scalped the front lawn last September. Today he was wondering why there is no grass at the front, only mud and moss.
He practised the same theory on the dog last week, if we get him cut really short, we can save money, because he will not need clipping again so soon. Poor Joe has been shivering and shaking all week long, he wont come out for long because he is too cold, and when he is out he is trying to climb on my knee for a warm cuddle.
We took the camper van out for a picnic yesterday, we got about 3 miles up the road before a nasty smell told him the brakes weren't right. So we limped home, and the shaking dog shot gleefully into the house thinking the excursion was over. WRONG. Once we had cooled off the burning tyres with buckets of water we switched cars and set off again {leaving the milk in the camper van fridge-so we couldn't make a cup of tea} Drove to Hednesford, ate our picnic and took a stroll out onto the Cannock Chase...
....Surprisingly there was noone else about....
....not even a dog... he was racing back to the car trying to keep warm...
Today Darsh has spent most of the day under the camper van, cursing cos he cannot fix it and needs to buy spare parts, I have been cutting the lawn and Joe has been curled up on the settee, snoozing.
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