Unbelievable, no blogging since May 6th. "And why is that?" I hear you cry. Well, I had a second appointment with Dr Embryo, the surgeon of the brain, and I'm now on his waiting list to have aneurysm number 2 clipped so that has been extremely thought provoking and not a little worrying. I've a few months grace as his waiting list is some four months long. I also had a day at the office which, whilst lovely to see everyone and catch up with news and gossip, was decidedly tiring; I'm still recovering having slept all the way back from the minute I got in the car on Monday evening to, seemingly, about three hours ago! OK, slight exaggeration but I have been in a less wakeful state of mind since getting back to Cheshire. One day, surely, my stamina will return and my get up and go won't have got up and gone.....there are some other equally valid reasons why I've not blogged in over a week but can't for the life of me remember what they are.
So, brain still not clever but barn looking good, they're cooking on gas! Well, not gas yet, the fitting of and connection to is still under dispute. Everything else is going swimmingly with most of the tiling now complete, the decorators are b-rushing away (the colours are looking good - that Fifi Babitt is very stylish), carpets are booked for fitting at the end of the month and our kitchen is almost complete. A Shirl's end is virtually finished and all but ready to move in to. 
And what of the garden? Well, praise indeed from Dad this week. He's somewhat of an expert in the tomato growing field but said that this year's crop is the finest he has ever seen - how good did that make me feel!? I was so proud but no doubt the proof of the tomato will be in the eating so must 
We had a disaster in the broccolflower row - pesky pigeons have been lunching on the leaves! The battle with nature is ever constant and growing is fraught with adversity, but war has been declared. There's now camouflage netting over the broccolflower, lettuce and cabbage to bamboozle the birds, special mats around the stems to curtail the cabbage fly and pellets up and down the rows to snuff out the slugs. It's the village fair on Saturday. Dad's in charge of the plant stall and has employed me as his dis-able assistant. Hindrance or help? Hmm, time will tell.
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