Garden Garden Garden

Oy, oy, oy. It's been twinging in my head since before Easter. As you know very well, Good Friday is the traditional GORK day to sort out the garden, after Winter, during Spring and before the big push of Summer when both of us are far too busy with our sport to do outdoor housework.



And what did we do instead? Oh...opps, mustn't grumble:

• You got Gabrielle and Son on the London Eye. This is something that she has waited to go on for over 8 years - yes, I was at the Millenium fireworks (they were amazing, even if the river of fire was a damp squib and the Concorde fly-over was impossible to see due to low cloud cover)


• We ate lovely pizza on the South Bank
  
• We got hailed on and took cover under a overhang of the National Theatre (arrived home about 6 hours later and my feet were still soaking wet, yet did I complain....? :-) No I barely did, so knowing how much I hate having wet feet, that should surely count as meriting a GOLD STAR in the GORK Code of Conduct?!)
  


• We watched 10,000BC at Leicester Square, which was a great venue but a diabolical film that made me want to pull out my own toenails with a bathroom pair of tweezers (sorry).

So no grumbles but while we did the above, the garden l-a-n-g-u-i-s-h-e-d, the winter seed heads and their stalks fell over, the ivy grew and I was ashamed (yes ashamed) of the photos that Son took, that I knew would be seen by a horticultural expert.

So ack! The disorganisation of the garden has been burning a hole in my head. The good news for you is that it has been dealt with. So images like taken by Son, can be replaced by images taken by me:

Phew, phew, phew. Broadcast the news!