When Husband is let loose

I have - very begrudgingly - paid my parking fine. Mutter, mutter.

I have also done some cleaning. Bev, my lovely cleaner, needs a hip replacement and the surgeon has told her to stop working until it's done. Then it will be three months before she can work again.

When she phoned me to tell me I said, "Don't worry, that's fine, you must look after yourself," while inside my heart was sinking to my boots. It's been so wonderful having her cleaning. It's taken me two days to do less than she does in two hours.

Woe is me. Such a middle-class problem.

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More gardening yesterday. 

One of the front planters. You'll notice George is still there. he's so cute I decided to leave him out all year. I've taken off his scarf but his hat is wired to his head.

Just as I was writing that I heard a noise outside the front door. Husband is trying strimming again. and he's just strimmed straight through George's wire! Honestly, this is what happens when he's let loose. So ignore previous sentence: George is no longer by the front door. In fact George is no longer.