Armed with my trusty dustpan and brush and the kitchen scissors ... (well, gardening is only housework in the garden, isnt it! Who needs Black & Decker or Spear & Jackson contraptions when you've got a whole kitchen full of equipment) ... I proceeded to play Sherlock Holmes in the front garden to try and find out what the God-awful smell is, as you cross the threshold of pavement and de Jardin de Mouse!
All too soon it was very obvious what it as. It was the bark. Bark that was lovingly and generously strewn over the flower beds last year, now has to be raked up and disposed of, because every animal known to mankind has pooped in it! lol
Mr Titchmarsh doesnt tell you that now, does he! Oh, no! In fact, wet bark doesnt smell too sweet on its own anyway, but with added essence of animal ... pheweeee!
So three hours later ... 'coz you cant stop there, cant you? lol ... all the flowerbed debris and offending bark is now tied up in three massive black sacks. I've raked and weeded, pruned and edged and the front garden now looks as I like it to be, not to Chelsea Flower Show standards granted, but to my satisfaction.
And I know its time to stop (as all unfit people usually do), because my buttocks muscles are screaming at me to do so! haha
And although the front garden DOES look lovely, I shall pay for it tomorrow ... BIG TIME!
Mouse x
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