Posted: 03/08/2017 at 12:09
Glad that's sorted out. Can't let OH plant anything as he has black thumbs but he's OK on hedge pruning and looking after soft fruits once happily planted. I have circumvented his indiscriminate weeding habits by putting him in charge of weeding the potager on the grounds that even he can see straight or staggered rows and hoe just the strangers.
The only lines of poetry I remember are from parodies we read in 1st year at grammar school -" I must go back to a vest again, a warm vest with sleeves". The other was one on Hiawatha's mittens. For Hamlet at A level, it's "Oh that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew etc" - every time I decide to go on a diet.
I am busy making lime pickle for OH and then I'm going to sort out one of the offending raised beds to see if he gets the idea. Possum will help by holding the plank I need to cut in two - stop it wriggling.
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