A mixture of illness and bad weather meant that I essentially abandoned the garden for most of the year, and by the time I felt like doing something, it was completely out of control. The gravel that my veg troughs stand on was ankle deep in weeds, which also crossed the patio, the troughs themselves were full of weeds. I got depressed just looking at it, which meant I didn’t really have a plan to fix it.
It usually lives in the middle of the room as a footrest and place to put a tray of tea things. Then it gets moved to the side as a convenient seat if I have bags of people round for gaming.
Over the last three days, she has been running in and out of the open door, but still ignoring it when closed.
But there is another side of this.
I know that this is over the top, but worrying about dropping a chocolate having the dog gobble it up, or otherwise letting the dog consume it, it was easier to simply not have it around.
That isn’t because she is destroying them, more poor choices on my part.
“Chris, Chris, Chris…”
I found time for a very quick look, and everything looks good.