Morning all. Have come into the office for a rest. Weekends are too much like hard work these days.
Saturday I decided to attack the weeds on the front garden and block paved driveway, and after speaking to our next door neighbour the curse of Barry Bodgeit (the name I have given to the previous owner) has struck again.
The reason the weeds are coming through the block paving (never had this issue with any previous block paved driveway) is because good old Barry did it himself.
Badly.
So I spent the best part of 3-4 hours on Saturday afternoon weeding (and also cutting the grass out the front) and generally making it look more pleasant.
The only downside is that I have only done about one fifth of it!
Although hopefully with liberal application of weedkiller, that part won't see any more weeds this year.
So I now ache like a mo fo.
Office today and then a chippy is coming round to see size up hanging new doors to all of the upstairs rooms. And therefore to fix yet another one of Barry's cock ups. I bet he thought hanging doors was easy.