The weeds are growing faster than I can pull them.
The trowel and the hoe have become my tools of choice as I toil away
trying to get the gardens looking good before these two come to stay with us.
I have pulled weeds, swept the patios, given the garden furniture a reviving layer of teak oil, pulled more weeds, and then some.
Time flies when working outdoors, suddenly I realised that grandson Harry was due home any time.
He is always very hungry after a day at school, so I needed to get some food ready for him, quickly.
I went to put the tools away...
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Someone, I won't name names, had left the garden rake out and I got hit hard on the nose.
I felt like a cartoon figure.
I saw stars, and my eyes began to water.
I imagined blood pouring down my nose..black eyes...broken nose
(Obviously not much wrong with my imagination)
Luckily, I suffered nothing worse than a bruise on the bridge of my nose,
. . .
We are looking forward to having you home Jonny,
we're also excited to be meeting Ming Ming.
I've polished the chopsticks...