Before one embarks upon a perilous quest, one needs to prepare. This meant loading the tea-try. BB brought in the magic flower from the bottom of the gardens where he had been clearing the garden furniture from underneath the apple tree so we could watch for the first shoots of our Christmas snowdrops. A clump of cyclamen flowers appeared from nowhere a few years ago beside the apple tree and seem to be thriving in their chosen spot.
With everything to hand, what could go wrong?
I set out the 'dragons' and picked them off one by one.
They didn't stand a chance! I'll vanquish the blood pressure check and sort out the flowers tomorrow!
That feels so much better, knowing that most of the jobs hanging over my head are all done.
Lots of lovely ticks!
ReplyDeleteAnd all the boxes were empty before I started - no cheating!
DeleteBetter set yourself up as a life coach. That looks very impressive.
ReplyDeleteHah hah hah! That reminds me of the time a previous vicar (fairly new in post) solemnly informed that I had a Gift of administration and everyone within earshot who knew me collapsed with laughter!
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