My Son the Poet, I get Presents. 10.3.09

If you didn't see my last blog entry, it was about Buster getting a new bed as his old one was too small for him. My big son J left this comment yesterday:

Buster's Lament by Jason Green

Why oh why, I cannot seem to lie
With my head in my bed, oh my.... oh my.
It's not that big, "dog head size" I'd say,
But I poke it inside and it flops out all day!
Oh deep joy, it seems my problems are solved,
A huge doggy bed from England I'm told!
Now I sleep soundly, after running amok,
It fits my dog head and my small doggy bot!
My sleep is so peaceful no longer so tuff,
Snoring all nite, to get up not so "ruff"!

I reckon that's one cool poem!! I told Buster that Uncle Jason had written one about him! He said 'woof'.

Our poetic genius obviously runs in the family.

Our first job today was to empty the car, which was packed to the gunnels with 'stuff' from the UK. The new bathroom suite, 'Innocence' it's called, is in the top barn with a large roll of polythene for the polytunnel, plus sundry assorted boxes for the bathroom suite, taps, traps, you name it.

Jim bought me a pair of new Wellington Boots. Now these are your straight forward black ones, but they fit a treat. I also received some new gardening gloves, highly essential when I'm brambling. 6 little delightful conifers came too, plus a pink deutzia shrub. Also a pot of varnish for my papier mache creations then 3 months supply of contact lenses (I'd run out) and my prescription medicine. I need that as it's my anti depressants. Not exactly a present, but highly vital all the same. Jim also brought back the plants in a basket that I had bought him for his birthday. All the little daffodils are out now and it looks a treat.
The builders have been busy all day and this is where we are up to now:



Martin waving and Joe climbing up the ladder
There has been much noisy drilling today as they have been fixing the roof joists to the wall of the cottage.






We have managed to find a plumber willing to do all the heating and bathroom suite, towel rails, etc, that's one worry removed. He seems very pleasant but speaks at about 100 miles an hour and he has a strong Irish accent. I just smile and nod.



The first of the miniature red tulips is almost out. Luckily the cows missed these. Can you see the weeds? They've all gone now. I weeded this bed this afternoon and half of the other bed on the arboretum. The ground is so wet, it's really hard work.




Jim spent some time trying to lose the cow holes. It was funny watching him jump up and down trying to flatten the grass. I tried to catch him in action:




It does look much better already











Jumping Jim. Where's your horse? I washed his very filthy red coat while he was away. It positively shines now.






While Jim was in the UK he went to see all 3 of his children and of course his first Grandchild, the lovely Poppy. Here are 4 of the photos he managed to get while she wasn't crying!




Hasn't she grown? If you look carefully you can see Jim's birthday basket in the background

















She has a wonderful surprised look!

















A bit of a smile here













'That's the best I can manage' says Poppy











Time for a bit of blog reading.