It depends on how much energy I've got left to do it lily
I am hoping that any day now my builder neighbour will tap on the patio doors and tell me to expect a delivery of top soil and they are going to finish off the garden.
I've been trying to tidy up the back garden in between downpours. On Wednesday I succeeded in moving 12 patio slabs from the end of the patio where the builders left them last year to a neat stack under the study window. Last night I lifted 9 slabs out of the lawn and this morning stacked them. I hope I don't have to wait too much longer for my topsoil to arrive.
Next door have been very busy of late. Getting Spring ready I suppose. Last Friday an electrician came to change their outdoor light. The painters arrived to paint their side of the wall we share on Monday. To really tick me off, they had a delivery of gravel first thing & now two men are in their front garden removing the turf. Meanwhile, I've dusted the electricity box intended for the garage that is living in the porch
If they’re replacing the turf with the gravel, the local cats will just see that as a massive cat tray so will more than likely leave little presents for them. My neighbour can vouch for that because he’s always picking “stuff” up of his gravel.
So, rather than feeling ticked off, walk around with a wry smile and have a quiet word with Oz and Ruby.
Yes! I opted for grey chippings to cover a section of the new drive a few years ago. All went well for about a month.... Solved the problem by adding a layer of blue slate chippings on top.
Car is loaded. I'm waiting for the school run to end & then I'm off to the tip. Such a shame that two cracked flower pots smashed when they fell over over and had to find their way into the boot along with other bags of bricks, cement, twigs & branches and other gardening vegetation. We won't mention the inclusion of mother-in-law's pottery duck that fainted and decapitated itself
I offloaded the building rubble (goodbye duck), but all the plant material came back home with me. The skip was overflowing. I didn't need to say anything, the skip manager was having a bit of a nervous breakdown.
"Sorry love, it's ridiculous. Plan B they call this place! Plan B my Rs! There is no Plan B. Ring the council & complain. You'd be doing us a favour. And it's no good going to the other amenity sites. My mate says they're bursting with garden waste. Come back tomorrow and ask for me and I'll unload it for you."