And the side of the house. Once you've finished the back green, that slope down to the cars is a killer. And there's more grass to fight with on the other side of the cars too.

I didn't bother taking a picture of the green at the front of the house, as that was just too depressing.

Gardening is truly the work of lunatics; you knock your pan out, so that you get the joy of knowing that you're going to have to knock your pan out again in the near future.

Concrete and monoblock, dammit !!

The view of the freshly cut back green, from about a third of the way up. Of course, I would have to cut the blinking grass on a very hot, very sunny day. How clever am I. If I had my way, it would all be bloody concrete.

Pah !

Well, I would complain about not moving enough, so I spent the next day in the garden taking down trees and cutting grass. This is the first five bags of rubbish. I ended the day with eight, and that's on top of five emptyings of the lawnmower (and it's supposed to handle three tennis courts per load).

Bah.

Did I mention I actually hate gardening ?

You probably can't make it out too well, but the computer's time is actually 23:42. It's a kinetic watch and is supposed to wind itself up as I move about. It keeps stopping. Maybe I should start moving. Or make like an American and get one of those wee machines that shoogle the watch overnight to wind it up ;)

Oor wee dug Midge. A Shih Tzu with something of an attitude... beware the teeth ! This is post one of her rolls around in the garden where the aim seems to be to tidy the garden by bringing all the rubbish into the house ...

A really nice sunset in Lanark, 28th March 2007 at 7:30 in the evening. Picture, as expected, doesn't do it justice. Ho hum.