Not you but him

I thought I'd get into the garden early this morning (well, before 9) before it got too hot to work. It's already too hot.

But look!

I propagated this hydrangea myself! I cut a stalk off our existing plant and stuck it in water. Everyone on the internet said how easy it was but this is me, notorious plant killer. So I am very pleased. I shall do more this year!

On a very hot afternoon I made pizza, and rhubarb and white chocolate blondies.

They were meant to be blonder but I only had dark brown sugar. They tasted nice anyway.

And the world thanks Belgium!

From Twitter

American friends please know it's not you, it's him.

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Our upstairs Alexa - hm, I wonder if it's the heat - anyway most days she stops telling the correct time round about midday. If you ask her the time she gets it right but denies all knowledge of a false display. "I don't know the answer to that."

Later in the day she corrects herself but it's anyone's guess when that will be.

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We are hosting a church barbecue on Sunday. I decided to clear out the garage so we can put MiniToo there making space for someone to park on our drive as space is limited on the road. Honestly I thought I was the household hoarder.

At least five odd gardening gloves, more wood than in a forest - "You never know when it will be useful" - old cables, hosepipes that leak (I assume as we have a new one), and miscellaneous bits. Oh yes, two strimmers because, "The old one stopped working so I bought another and then repaired the old one, which I prefer." To be fair, that does make sense. 

P.S. You can tell I'm a proper gardener now as I keep finding twigs in my bra and hair.