You know that point in your life when you look into a mirror and see your father's face looking back at you?
When you feel yourself, slowly, inexorably becoming more like him.

I've been working in The Garden most evenings this week, moving the only two remaining plants, giving the shed its first ever treatment of Ronseal and tonight putting the washing like back up and painting the new gate with primer.
A little bit at a time and slowly The Garden is beginning to come back to us.
But at the end of each session I have been washing brushes carefully and putting all my tools quite carefully back in the garage where they came from. This is the bit about my dad - you'd be proud of me sir, some of that discipline is surfacing at last.
Really feel as a result of all this that i am starting to 'bond' with The Garden now, especially my fabulous new wall. It has brought such a new atmosphere to the place and I've taken time after working to just sit on the patio and listen to some music, drinking a cup of tea and watching the moths. Even two bats this evening.
We've always had a lot of wildlife round here.
This afternoon, in the rain, there were four frogs hopping across the 'grass' (burned out, seeded patch).

And what rain!! We got caught init for just aminute crossing the Garden centre car park and got absolutely drenched at the beginning of a two-hour downpour. Desperately needed and very refreshing. All the colours are brighter now, Everything smells fresh and clean. Europe After The Rain.

Stopped raining just in time (about 2ish?) for me to take all the kids down the Open Day at the new Community Centre round the corner. Great new building and no surprise they are already stealing Church Centre hirers, but the eveny itself was a bit boring and nothing much was going on. Stan tho really seemed to enjoy watching the Kung Fu and Karate demonstrations.
Gave Trx a much needed break for a couple of hours