The thumb is now open to the elements, thank goodness, though there’s still a way to go before it is painless and fit to be seen in polite society. I thus no longer have an excuse for the profusion of weeds in the garden. With the recent clear, dewy nights, the grass was pretty wet when I cut it yesterday. Still, the new machine copes very well, and with less effort and noise than the old combustion motor job. The rudbeckias are going over now: the over-wintered ones have died back quite quickly, so perhaps we need some new subjects in the bed by the sitooterie. This year’s seedlings continue to flower exuberantly in the new bed at the top of the garden. Jane’s cyclamens are doing well, and I must remember to look out for autumn crocuses.
Ben and Duncan were here yesterday morning to shore up a somewhat fatigued fence post (with the aid of some strong wire and a neighbouring leylandii, now trimmed as well), so we’re no longer afraid of it keeling over and squashing a neighbour and/or his/her sprog/pooch. So that’s another bill in the offing. Oh well: it’s only money….
This is an expensive time of year. The car, rising five years old, sailed through its health check and MoT yesterday, and drives better and more quietly, I think, with a fresh pan of oil and a new cam belt. But car ownership is not cheap, is it? This little episode cost just into four figures. Since I disposed of the old VW some weeks before taking delivery of the current car, service, insurance, tax and MoT all fall around the same time. So does house insurance. So if you’re in need of a sub, better look elsewhere!
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