Coventry calling.

Well it wasn't the coolest of days to be cruising down the M6 but Coventry was calling so armed with rubber gloves and a gardening trowel I set off, leaving Husb and the Pixen to discover more Picasso delight at the Tate Gallery, Liverpool. Good progress was made, as, after a long family discussion about how best to adapt Dad's house and a mini confrontation with the new neighbour, we set about our tasks, ♪♫ ♪♫ "upstairs, downstairs and in the lady's chamber" ♪♫ ♪♫

While the Lidster tackled the kitchen and bathroom and managing to break a washing up bowl in the process, Dids cut the grass






and did a magnificent job of clearing the area behind the garage.








I forked, trowelled and weedkilled the front (while hoping The Bear would be placed in the 3.10 at Hamilton)(thanks Brownie but the uneven ground must have caught him out) and


job done,**




we all came home, and GG is now safely deposited in my colouring/burning chair...




I hope Jean likes her 85th birthday present!! She likes cats so there is a chance.



** doesn't Dids look brown?! Well he had a few extra days stranded in South Africa, courtesy of Richard Branson :)

** GG IS a cool dude , Ben (yum yum)