Privet and frog

This morning I said, "I must stop saying yes and I must stop having brilliant ideas." The trouble with brilliant ideas is that they inevitably lead to more work for me.

So I went out into the garden and had a brilliant idea.

"If I got rid of that little privet bush I would have more room for a flower bed and there's no point to it being there anyway."

I could have chopped it down but, knowing Husband, thought he might want to replant it somewhere so dug it up.

Husband doesn't want to replant it.

We have several little bushes in odd places in the garden. Like this one.

Anyway, having dug it up I moved on to the front garden to inspect but ended up doing a bit of weeding, and disturbed this little fellow.

I took that as a sign to stop.

Then had to go back to Rough Edges because a man was coming to buy the treadmill. A bargain at £20 and a nice bit of space in the shop.