Been struggling to get the garage sorted...

     ...You know I've come to the conclusion that it just isn't worth the hassle.  It is such hard work getting Darsh to do anything, his concentration can barely last an hour, his phone is ringing constantly, he is so easily distracted and wanting to lie down, have a drink, go on the computer, make another call.  It is hard to remember that he is 57, not 5.  At the minute he is in bed, having a nap, waiting to be woken up with a cup of tea.  Ahh how sweet... and how frustrating.  We managed 2 hours today, but I think thats it for this weekend cos he's too busy tonight, too busy all day tomorrow.  Nothing...absolutely nothing...can get in the way of his social life.  Ahh well...

     Found some paper work that showed Joe has been with us for 7 years, and not 5 as I thought, baring in mind he was about 4 when we got him he could be pushing 11 now.  Noticed he is getting slower, and very affectionate lately, maybe he is getting to be an old dog...but then there was a baby squirrel in the garden.  Joe fell out the back door, his eyes focused on the squirrel, not the plant pot in his way.  He hurtled down the garden and the squirrel, in his panic fell, and somersaulted over Joe's back before running up the tree.  He may be an old boy, but that was a very narrow escape for the squirrel.  Eventually, when I managed to get his attention, he swaggered up the garden, grinning broadly.  It was pouring with rain and he was soaking, maybe why the squirrel slipped in the first place.

      It has finished raining, just another sudden April shower, that soaks everything and then is gone.  Was hoping to cut the grass, but doesn't look like it now.  Spent yesterday finishing off my summer bedding and pots and planting up my tomatoes, the garden looks lovely, apart from all the garage rubbish piled up on the garden table.  Was hoping to have a BBQ, but no point on my own, it is still so cold at night, so evening BBQs are right out of the window.  Selina and Pete have gone to the Isle of Wight festival this weekend.  The weather forecast isn't very good for them, but since when have they been very accurate anyway?

   Took this picture last weekend, one of Selina's worse enemies...

           ...she moans that they eat everything as fast as she can plant it, but I tell her that once her garden gets a bit more established she wont be able to see what they have done, at the minute her plants are only small, but in time they will all grow, she is just too impatient with her 1st garden. 

     Saw these growing in Weston last weekend, they weren't bothered by a few snails.