Sunday, May 19, 2019

Hello, hello, hello

'I think we should institute a new practice.'
Husband groaned.
'What's the matter?' I said.
'That usually means work for me to do.'
'Not in this case - unless you count bringing me a cup of tea work. I suggest that we name this new practice Sunday morning lie-in.'

He not only brought me another cup of tea but breakfast in bed as well. I think this should become a tradition.

Because I'm worth it.

But you'll be pleased to hear I have done some work today: I cleared a bit around the raspberry bushes. We have a problem with convolvulus wrapping itself around stems. It's almost impossible to get rid of it but at least by clearing in between the bushes it may be harder for it to hide.

And this is the prettiest corner of the garden at the moment. The yellow climbing rose - which smells delicious - is laden with blooms.



I forgot to mention that yesterday I spent some time behind bars.
Glamorgan constabulary Police reenactment group

The police sergeant wanted me to push my hands right into the hand-cuffs but I declined. 

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

What lovely roses, Liz!
Cop Car
P.S. Those stripes are not slimming.

Debra She Who Seeks said...

So . . . the long arm of the law has caught up with you finally! What a great photo!

nick said...

Every Sunday morning I make Jenny and I breakfast in bed - toast and marmalade and a cup of tea. This tradition goes back several decades!

CheerfulMonk said...

I didn't get breakfast in bed, but I had a lazy morning and enjoyed it enormously. I didn't get nearly as much done as you did. :D