barking up the wrong trees

It's been a lovely day today and I've been out hacking down bushes in the garden and burning them all. This is to make way for the new washing line position, and make the lawn bigger. Can't believe how much stuff got burnt on that fire. I also sorted out some more raspberry canes at the top of the garden and pruned the hedge and picked up a binbag full of cans that had been lobbed over the wall. I seemed to achieve loads once I got down to it, despite getting up late, due to Meg having friends round till after 4am, which wouldn't have bothered me too much if one of them hadn't woke me up by singing drunkenly in the bathroom.

The kids were out for most of the day, too, helping with the bonfire, trampling on rhubarb, etc.

Joy mucked out the rabbits and left them out in the chicken run for a few hours (no chickens yet, apparently they would not stay in that chicken run but would jump out and eat the raspberries.) Still have dog. She played with us in garden also.

I made tea really late (shepherds pie and yorkshire pudding..."can I have some more of that spongey stuff, it tastes like blueberry muffins...") as a result of being outside all day. Now I can't believe it's after 11. I should just change my clocks and have done with it, but can't seem to quite get my head round that... So I've put the bath on. I now have the loan of the Mac powerbook again, which is great and much better than my rusty old laptop (which I thought was ace). I still haven't quite worked out how to do the photo thing on it, but I might have managed it if the camera battery hadn't run out on me.

Now there's the other lot of washing up to do... I did wash clothes and line dry them, or line-damp, anyway. There is wood on the fire, not coal.

Do I seem a bit scattered? you should've heard me this morning: barely coherent. But I did get stuff done, so that's good.

Photo's later, maybe