Just a quick post today as I am going to do more digging in the front garden, the beds are infested with couch grass. I am bitten all up my arms from some sort of nasties – this sort of gardening is not enjoyable! I would like to waft around in a long frock with a trug on my arm just snipping flowers and deheading, not working like a navvy.
I wish real life was like in the soaps and some long lost son would turn up at the door. He should be strong and a cross between Alan Titchmarsh and Handy Andy. Ahh well I can only dream and now I am going to do some more digging. The term Couch potato obviously never did any gardening!