Gardening....

30 seconds Mr.Bunny....with three cats and a daft dog that is the time you would have to survive.About 25 seconds for the astonishment to pass and 5 seconds of confusion as they battle each other to get you.Sadly,no wonder there is no other wildlife in our garden.










At last, I have managed to finally cut the lawn grassy bits of the garden.The mower faltered several times and cut out twice.The strimmer did not even get a look in and I had to cut much of it by hand using handshears.Blisters and backache!But the grass is now short enough to regain control of the garden.Weeding next but I shall leave that to next week because it looks like rain...on my days off.An excuse, if any was needed to head to the pub.
Today could settle things for Spurs and Grimsby Town.For Spurs it could be fourth place and European football,no longer having to wait for a war to get into Europe.It does,unfortunately,depend upon Arsenal (come on Wigan and Barcelona!!) which as any Spurs fan knows sticks in the craw somewhat. For Town,third place means automatic promotion out of the fourthLeague Two division by winning today and Orient to lose.So some footy excitement today as I chew my fingernails to bits.

Looking back at that rabbit picture, I could do with a few to keep the grass down.The garden would be tidy and following Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstallfuckmethatsamouthful,we could have bunnyburgers.As a young boy my dad said he would bring a rabbit home one day.We were excited, a bunny to pet and fuss over.We marked out the spot for the run and set about building a hutch.Yep,you're ahead of me...the butchers, wrapped package and excited kids awaiting dad only to descend into tears and tantrums.I haven't knowingly eaten rabbit since...although some dodgy burger vans might have served up doner katbab.
I'm orf to finish some chores and then to the pub.
TTFN.