Martyn’s fix on the pond seems to have worked, and I’ve spent a few hours in the garden, planting out pansies grown from seed last autumn, potting up achillea seedlings and potting on penstemon cuttings. I’ve also set up a water butt to collect rainwater from the conservatory roof, and it turned out to be much less of a job than I’d feared (thus quite the opposite of most DIY ventures I’ve undertaken). Too late to catch this morning’s rain, though. While Martyn was pond fettling yesterday, I gave the grass its first cut with the mower on a high setting. It looks like nothing on earth, but will be better once I give it its next cut.
Spent longer than is entirely comfortable yesterday in the company of the motor trade, which always makes me feel like I need to count the fingers on my right hand and take a shower. We’re toying with trading Egg1 in for a minor Chelsea Tractor, and have found a model we could live with. Mr Motor Trade spent a lot of time disparaging the trade-in and trying to get us to buy a vehicle he had in stock, packed with extras we don’t want and lacking those we need. Ugh. Shudder.
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