More waffle and more Cath kidston

I've just had a man round to do his HIP report..taking photos of the boiler and checking whether we have that furry stuff in the roof and what lightbulbs we use, all for the bargain price of £400. (£400!!!) hmmm

Whilst he was snapping away I actually made something..shock horror.. yes I pulled my finger out and glued some wallpaper onto a box file..I finally found the right sort of box. Whilst on this crafty roll I also covered some books and re-arranged my desk..but I don't like it now, never mind.

I love this wallpaper...,it's an old Cath kidston one called Rose bouquet

I'm normally gardening on a Tuesday but because HIP man was coming I've had to change it..(just hope its not going to rain on Thursday now!) I'm not a Charlie Dimmock type gardener..I actually wear a bra and will always have make-up on..no matter what.. and if my hair isn't in pigtails its twiddled up and held in place with a crochet hook, or a pencil or a twig or anything else long and pointy.I couldn't cope with it all flapping around and getting in the way like the Dimmock....and as for the hair...lol

Don't get me wrong..I do like to get my hands dirty and I can haul tree stumps and chop hedges like the boys...just with a bit of face on! I used to be the only girlie working with a gang of 6 blokes..They worked you like a mule, you slept like a log and I loved it. My mother in law thinks men are vile and says they all smell like tom cats but I love working with men..they tell it how it is, none of this bitchiness and back stabbing that I've experienced in large stores when I was a window dresser. If you look fat that day they will tell you outright,but then have a right laugh with you about it and it doesn't matter.

You would hear stories that would make your toes curl ( if their other halves knew what I knew!!!) They would bet on me not being able to do something and that to me was like a red rag to a bull, I've lifted railway sleepers and dragged huge ton bags of garden rubbish across enormous lawns (no wonder I have a bad back!) had stingers,scratches,black-eyes and bruises..but wouldn't have swapped it for the world. Most of the burley gardeners I worked with were totally politically incorrect..some feminist would have their balls for earings..I'm not really into all that stuff, but I soon sussed that if you give as good as you get, you fit in fine, have a good laugh and get to see them work up a sweat with their tops off in the summer..haha. Those times have long gone,I garden for a few little old ladies keeping their gardens immaculate but I do miss the big clean-up jobs and the really hard-work.I occassionally get a text with the most obscene man-joke from my old boss,but thats about it.

let us out ...NOW! or you wont get any easter eggs.

The ladies of the feathered variety are most upset with me, normally I let them out in the afternoon to run riot in the garden,but as the house is up for sale I thought they had better stay in their run.

The noise they're making! crikey are they telling me off..shouting and bickering with one an other, pacing up and down the fence like tigers at the zoo. I'd better let them out for a bit..I know what they'll do, de-head the daffodils, eat the lawn and poop on the doormat. What hooligans!

"you lot eat the lawn and we'll wreck the flowers"

I'll let them off this time as they did manage to rustle up 6 eggs between the ten of them today..Mavis is still laying even though shes a bit matronly and her eggs look like large bosoms (seriously they do ..I'll show you sometime!) and break easily..especially when those massive clumsy Orpingtons get in the laying box to pop out their dainty little pale eggs..but she still gets a gold star for effort..bless.