Aching back today, after the exertions of planting the apple tree on my day off yesterday.
Not painful, just muscles tht I don't often use.Drilling 28 holes into the wall and screwing in the vine eyes didn't help either, and the sharp twinging has returned to my right forearm as a result of too much 'twisting'.
Looks great though! We now have the gooseberries, grapes AND apples all in place and can declare the garden ready to start agian.
Well, once we plant all the spring bulbs that we bought yesterday afternoon over at Haskins in the pouring rain...

Made me cringe and feel really quite uncomfortable to see all the nauseous and alarmingly expensive 'cheap' Christmas merchandise now on sale. It really sickens me more each year when I see around me what Christmas has been reduced and I feel sad for my children having to put up with a bombardment of nonsense and crass plastic rubbish.
It's probably LC's first year, so exciting from that regard and she will bring it all to life again for us, but it's such a shmae that the charm has gone out of it, to be replaced by money.
Some of the 'decorations' cost SO much - how come people have that much money to just be able to spent, say, £400 on a lifesize wicker reindeer??
There is certainly too much disposable income in this society nowadays.

Annoys me, because I am so NOT a humbug about Christmas and I do love it, but not all this shambles.
And in the middle of October as well - no wonder people get stressed by it and children get confused.
Stan was upset that he had missed Hallowe'en...

And there's another ridiculous commercial nonsense.

Apart from all that, which is easy enough to avoid I suppose, I had a good day off yesterday, even if I did overdo the hardwork. Kink left about 3 and got home safely, leaving Biscuit here for most of the week to spend as much time with her boyfriend as possible.
Not entirely sure I want her to stay for the entire week and we haven't yet talked abouthow she's getting home which I really need to get sorted so that the rest of us can plan some visitors next weekend.
Strange to have her about, and it makes me feel odd - a little nervous - but she's so nice, and very good with all the little ones.
Far more helpful around the house and generally more interactive than her sister.
Worked for an hour or so last night on her English homework, discussing the relative merits of Sylvia Plath and Philip Larkin...