I think that few rabbits would be able to jump the wall now. So at last, my french beans may be able to start growing.
We didn't do any bricklaying at all last week. We were all very busy and all spent a lot of time in the sun, and extra mornings with the sun beating down on us were not going to do us any good. This is still meant to be fun, not a chore.
Today, however, not only did I build the final section up to beyond-rabbit height, but Dave built some of the section next to it to just below the ornamental brick height.
Here's wot I done.
And this is what Dave did.
I seem to remember promising a picture of Dave in his shorts, but I forgot when he was working, so here are the Lovely Legs of Dave, snapped unbeknownst to him, after lunch.
The other picture I took this morning is a pupating ladybird in the greenhouse. Did you know they are buttercup yellow and spotless when they first emerge? There were a lot of little pollen beetles in the garden today - Dave got out a ball of yellow string and they landed on it, hoping for food. They were also all over the pumpkin flowers. We all put on sun cream with insect repellent, so that we wouldn't be bothered by them ourselves, which mostly seemed to work.
Dave said "surprise me with a fry-up" when I asked him what he'd like for lunch. So, we had bacon, scrambled eggs, chips, toast, home-grown tomatoes (the eggs were home-grown too, of course) and, as the surprise, fish fingers. I offered ketchup, but Dave said that his mum didn't let him eat ketchup.
I expect that Dave has noticed that he's getting slightly more interesting lunches this year. Last summer, it was nearly always bread and cheese. It's still simple food now, but at least there's a bit more thought going into it. It is only now that I realise how, for the last year or two, everything was such an effort and now I'm more mobile and out of pain, I've got a lot more energy and enthusiasm.
The comment problem seems to be widespread, but Blogger still haven't referred to it in their 'known issues' page. There are plenty of complaints in the problem forum, however. Someone has set up a spreadsheet to gather together details and forward them on. I'm posting now, just in case there is an outage while the problem is dealt with. I suspect that Blogger don't know how to put it right at present, as it seems that it has been going on for some time but they're not reacting to complaints.
I am at least receiving comments in my emails - obviously, I don't know if I'm getting all of them - so thank you and I'll post them when I can, if they don't appear automatically (which they have - so I deleted the post of your comments).
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You're right, I didn't spot the photo being taken.
It wasn't yellow string. It was a proper builder's line.
I don't know if the proper builder realises I've got it.
I find improper builders are quite a lot of fun, actually. I've never met a proper one.
Did this comment go through?
It's arrived as an email notification, Martina, which I suppose you have too (twice?) but not here.
Try commenting anonymously.
Anonymous comments may work, apparently - it's hard to tell, as you can sometimes see your own comments, at least for a while, sometimes not.
It'll all be fine. And it's only blogging.
*only blogging* - what am I saying?
Z
Comments seem to be back up. Hurrah!!
Yes, I did notice the variety in the diet. indeed I mentioned it to Roses last week. I suspect that's why I got Fish and Chips.
I'm sure that Blogger noticed all the threats of emigration to Wordpress.
Roses has outclassed me again, what with lovely dress and now fish and chips from a posh chippie.
Ah, but she didn't lay any bricks. Just sat and watched me.
You're the sole of tact, Dave. Though Roses did chip in - didn't you say that she went to get extra bricks?
I'm sure she knows her plaice.
Its all a conspiracy, fist they miss the space station by three kilometers, now the comments disappear, what next?
Interestingly when they erazed MJ's and Leni's blogs and comments the counter outside the box always showed more comments, a bigger number, than actually were inside the commentbox.
Now its exactly the opposite: Outside the box, on your site, the number is "2", but inside are "12", or "13" respectively.
Infamy, infamy, they've all got it in for me, I expect, Mago.
That's odd - let's hope they stop meddling with our blogs and just manage what we - er - don't pay them to do in future. Blogs don't need censorship unless they're inciting violence or something - if we're offended, we don't have to read them.
Infamy, infamy, they've all got it in for me, I expect, Mago.
That's odd - let's hope they stop meddling with our blogs and just manage what we - er - don't pay them to do in future. Blogs don't need censorship unless they're inciting violence or something - if we're offended, we don't have to read them.
ha ha ha!
I was wondering why you got yellow lady birds - now I know!
Please I need your help and advice, please come by and see the song I have written. I know it is sheer genius, but some tweaking never goes amiss - in my case, perfection can always be improved upon. Also it's just lyrics, no tune. Have you any ideas for a tune?
Please come by my blog but beware don't peruse my lyrics if you are in a tender frame of mind. You might bust a rib laughing.
Also which diva look should I go for whilst performing? Diana Ross or Judy Garland fright wig and what colour? Luminous pink, green or blue and poodle perm or afro=??=
Your assistance desperately appreciated here
mmmm never thought of putting fish fingers with bacon and eggs
It's all protein, lom, just what you need after labouring with bricks for hours.
And chips.
Comments sound like Cements
They Hold it all together
The Wall or just the Interweb
They hold it all in tether
Yellow ladybirds with spots are a different species - all-yellow ladybirds turn red with spots after a short while.
Sheer genius - I can't wait, Gled. Sorry you've had to wait a long time but I've been out all day. I'll visit you next.
That was the surprise, Helen. A sort of Surf-n-Turf, only with fish fingers instead of lobster and bacon instead of steak. And eggs.
Highly profound, Rog. Could you help Gledwood with his lyrics? Seems that you're just the chap to paint the lily.
No, not that Lily. Really, darling, really.
Oh I see
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