To be fair, I thought they did a really good job covering stuff up - and not just the driveway, but the plants and grass also. When I explained to them that my one neighbour's car was broken down and they couldn't move it they just said no problem and covered that up too!
|Round the side of the house leading to the back garden - it was pretty bleak weather as you can see!|
Then out of the blue my gardener showed up, so another white van on the driveway. He comes and goes as and when and I pay him at the end of the year so it wasn't any trouble and the garden looks a lot better now of course. In this kind of weather, though, you could probably cut the grass twice a week, though I'll resist temptation to interfere. I got him to dump all the grass cuttings onto a large sheet of cardboard I'd laid out under my hazelnut tree so I now have the makings of my very own compost heap!
And then the fuel guy called and asked if he could make a delivery as he was in the area! I'd just ordered 1,100 litres of fuel since they're practically giving it away right now but crikey, the neighbours must have been wondering what was going on chez moi. Which brings to mind a story from back in the 1970s. My sister was dating her now-husband who was a police motorcyclist. One day he and a few mates were in the area and decided to stop in at mom and dad's for a cup of tea. One of the sons from the very large family next door was in the army and he must have had the same idea as my brother-in-law so he and his mates showed up in a huge army truck and parked behind the police motorcycles. Again, the neighbours must have wondered what the hell was going on when they saw that lot parked out front!
But now everyone has gone home, I've cleaned up the kitchen and moved some of my more fragile plants into shelter as there is a thunderstorm on the horizon. I love a thunderstorm but my plants not so much! So all in all I'm knackered. I've again done over 10,000 steps today without leaving my property so I reckon, given my obvious new-found fitness, it might be fun to sign up for the below as a starting point for my new fitness regime!
|My son offered to meet me at the half-way point with water - cheeky bugger!|