I walked Maggie up to the doctor’s surgery this morning to meet up with Hubby after his blood test.
I walked through the park, and all the female ducks seem to have disappeared as it was nothing but male mallards on the water quacking at me
for their dinner in welcome.
I risked it and let Maggie off lead in the hope that she would have a poo, which turned out to be a mistake as she legged it out of my sight. I was not happy!!
Anyway a very nice man with a four year old shaggy black retriever realised there was a problem (one very puffed out me!) and kept Maggie ‘entertained’ until I could clip her.
Thanking him profusely and apologising for my bad language, we went off in our separate directions.
I walked through the market and got some fresh (which turned out to have been frozen) veg for a three day stew, then made my way to the surgery.
Hubby was already in for his appointment, so it wasn’t long before we were on our way home.
He started to prepare the veg so I took out the rubbish and decided to water the garden.
Our water butt holds 100 litres so can provide almost 17 fillings of our 6 litre watering can.
I used two on the onions which are coming up very nicely thank you, and five more on the roses, fruit bushes, buddliah which still hasn’t woken up yet, laurel and our other plants.
It is hoped that by the end of this year, we will be in a position to buy Hubby a sensibly sized Man Cave (aka shed) which will be suitable for him to work in as well as store tools and gardening equipment. We shall keep the little ones we have though as they are useful.
Hubby did a repair on the fence this week and replaced four broken feather boards.
We had intended to take those up to the tip, but he cut them up into small foot length pieces and decided to burn them later.
As I was passing the bucket containing said pieces of wood and holding a watering can, I though how wonderful it would be if I could water the dead wood and grow a shed.