Today has been like something from Discovery Home and Leisure. I’ve been digging, measuring, sawing and hammering since ten this morning. As a result the garden has been transformed from a barren wasteground to a barren wasteground with bits of wood in it. When Kerry gets home I fully envisage a scene much as you would find on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. But instead of Kerry bursting into tears when she sees the renovation of our previously drab home, she’ll burst into tears when she sees what my muddy feet have done to the living room carpet.
Officially I’ve been trying to make some raised beds ready to grow some vegetables next year. But in reality I suspect its all been a ploy by my subconscious in order to have a cooked breakfast in the garden centre café. Nevertheless I’ve enjoyed myself. It’s been a while since I’ve got out into the garden.
On another note: in retaliation for Craig casting half our roleplaying group in his production of “Wanted – One Bodyâ€, thereby wrecking my social life, myself and a few other non-thespians had a Risk evening last night.
Dave, Mushy, and I had a very enjoyable time attempting to take over various bits of the world with our little plastic men. As is often the case we ultimately had to make a decision between playing until we had a winner or actually going to bed at some point; and so the game was abandoned at around 11:30pm.
Of course I would have won eventually due to a combination of my unique tactical brain and my plan to surreptitiously replace the Pringles with cunningly disguised sleeping tablets (it’s allowed in the advanced rules if you look). We all had a jolly good time, much better that going to some rotten rehearsals anyway.
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