Gardenage

In today’s impressive tasklist, one achievement stands out above all others.

I broke a spade.

Yes, I actually broke the thing. Cracked the metal blade right across. In fairness, it was fairly old (about seven or eight years) and not overly strong, plus we were digging in fairly clay-y soil, but still, I’ve broked a spade. Bizarrely I’m quite chuffed about this. Although it does mean that we need to buy a new – and far sturdier – spade once we get back next weekend. It’s a hardship.

However, today we’ve also put up two fence panels plus metposts, concrete, trellis, the lot. There’s been a lot of preparation done for the week away, and now we’re both – frankly – utterly fucked.

Hound is now away for the week too, at her favourite kennel-type place, and the house is horrendously quiet without the barky little sod. Roll on tonight, and tomorrow’s travel etc.