Disappointing Dogs

I am with my Dad because I like to see him, but also because he cannot be left on his own at the moment, so what he does, I do. And he gardens.

Not a lot of people to Tell in a garden, so I am going to have to rely on my 'spares' today.

Actually there was one person; I heard her trilling away just as I had gone into the lane to get some more nettles (with gloves this time). I raced back only to see her slight form (she was even shorter than my Dad - who coming from Welsh Stock, is not huge) disappearing through the gate. Our one visitor and I was buggering about elsewhere!

So I spent the rest of the day digging and trimming and hiding (that's hiding the things I dug up by mistake - I was in the orchard today, so no handy hedges to chuck things in. Luckly the compost heaps are enormous and I just kept lifting the top layer of leaves and burying the sad remains of whatever I had unwittingly unearthed.)

Ended up Telling two blackbirds who were frolicking in the garden. Also Told the dogs, but their faces said it all "if there are no biscuits in it for us - we're not interested". Heathens.