Yes, sorry for my absence yesterday but things escalated. You see, yesterday was a slight, very slight, harbinger of Spring. Not only was it slightly warmer but the wind dropped and the rain ceased altogether. Given these remarkable conditions as I gazed through my double-glazing, I felt emboldened to go outside and try to sweep up the detritus that had gathered around my 'garden' in the past six months. Not that I have anything against detritus, frankly I find it quite easy to love it especially when compared to the effort required to clear it! However, there is another voice in this marriage - need I say more?
I have pointed out before that my 'garden' is more accurately described as a micro-garden. For the benefit of my Texan commenter, Michael, I would guess that it is roughly 0.000000000000001% the size of Texas. It is, therefor, all the more remarkable that so much crap can accumulate in such a tiny space. Most of the space is taken up by a patio and if that puts you in mind of a long, spacious and elegant terrace - think again! You can just about get three people on it providing one of them is standing! Partly this the fault of the 'Head Gardener' who insists on a plethora of pots and tubs - all of which have to be moved around if cleaning is to take place.
Anyway, without a word of complaint - well, not audible, anyway, I wouldn't dare! - I set to with broom and bin. Alas, this uncovered the actual stones of the patio. Now I have nothing against grey - no-one can accuse me of 'greyism' - but the 'Head Gardener', from the sanctuary of the conservatory, indicated that the patio needed power-washing. I wasn't too downhearted because it is so many years since I last used my power-hose that I was fairly confident that it would never work. Wrong again! Needless to say, given my inherent Scottish miserliness, I only bought it because it was the cheapest at the Garden Centre and the damned thing still works perfectly.
All this is by way of explanation that I spent most of the day blasting away at those damned stone slabs and whilst some of the grey went, alas, so did most of the cement that that holds the stones in place, so now I have the prospect of spending God knows how long outside re-grouting - such fun! Anyway, by the time I finished every joint in my body was twinging or twanging or sometime both. Suffice to say that I lacked the strength to even contemplate pushing down keys on a keyboard, hence my absence yesterday.
Are you all feeling sorry for me? Huh, thought not!