Thanks soop. Yep, I think I am going to have to develop a thick skin. Just taking a break from the gardening, phoned Himself to see when the hell he is going to stop playing golf and come to help me when the tip closes, as I got a little carried away with the pruning. Saws were necessary; it developed into that kind of pruning. I blame Monty Don. He encouraged me last night on Gardener's World yesterday. (Crossed out to avoid misunderstandings). Anyway Himself said he'll be home "soon," and the tip has already closed for the day. Ah well, I can get out there and take out some more of my frustration on the shrubs do a bit more, with a visit to the tip tomorrow. That's Himself's job. The tip is a mysterious place somewhere up the other side of town, where men seem to hang out on Sunday mornings ... not for the likes of me. I don't understand all the different queues and I'm not going to try to. That's a blokes job ... apparently.
From reading through the postings, while I have a break, I can see that lots of you haven't half been going through the mill. I'm so lucky (crosses everything), I'm reasonably healthy with only the usual minor sniffles and aches. I won't go through your individual posts now, but can I just wish all of you good luck, strength and the expertise of whoever is looking after your health.
Thanks for opening the kitchen door after I took fright and ran. I'm back for keeps now.
By the way, I heard rumours about champagne? I don't normally drink, but I will make an exception in that case in the interests of being friendly. I don't have proper champagne glasses, so will an ordinary one do? Or even a mug?
See you all soon. xx