Monday 28 April 2008

Vintage, Bubbles & Pesky Moles

As soon as I saw this book on the shelf of WHSmith at Gatwick I thought someone had taken a sneaky picture of me and put it on the cover so I simply had to buy the book and see what it was all about. Okay, I know that the model doesn't even resemble me in my long past prime but one can enjoy the occasional dream, however fantastic. I'm loving it and enjoying the occasional bottle of bubbles whenever I can find an excuse to, I thought the subject matter most appealing, ie gorgeous men, glamorous high-living women and vineyards. Ahh.

The only thing I can say against it is that I should have kept it for the summer when I fully intend lazing whenever possible, or indeed warm enough on my ever-present sun lounger (yes it's been dragged out of storage, washed and placed in the garden).

Talking of gardens, I raced home from the office today to be met by R who was sauntering around the garden, smile on his face, coffee in hand as he surveyed our handiwork this weekend. The sun was shining, Grumpy skipping like a grey spring lamb until, horror or horrors he spied not one molehill in his pristine lawn or even two but four of the damn things. Well, end of happy mood, a few expletives, foot stamping and the dog, who up until that moment hadn't noticed anything untoward (useless terrier that he is) shoved his face into one of the holes, snorting madly and began digging.

Suffice to say that my short-lived peace was shattered and we now have one dog with a filthy face, a sulking husband and a ruddy great hole in the lawn next to three flattened molehills.

Ahh the joys of gardening, don't you just love it?


Lane Mathias said...

Oh dear - and it all started so well:-(
Why is it that moles choose the most perfect lawns to wreck. That's probably why they've never been anywhere near mine!
Hope R finds a solution and peace can be restored:-)

Anonymous said...

D is like a man pos at the moment re: gardening! He is bringing a different plant or seed home every day! and W is doing his best to pull them up before they even have a chance. We even have a box of Lion poo to scatter to stop cats going to the loo in garden!

Hilary said...

Hey Debs, we must be twins! Moles are just so cu-yewt. I thought they were creatures of folklore until I went and lived in Germany.

Karen said...

I daren't even look at our garden at the moment. No mole-hills but it does resemble a muddy football pitch, where Molly has been running up and down. Not to mention boys playing football on it. Sigh. There's always something, isn't there?
If I were you, I'd hide myself away somewhere with that gorgeous book!

HelenMWalters said...

I don't even have a lawn - perhaps it's just as well. I've only just got over the trauma of the fence coming down in the storms (and having to pay for it to be replaced!)

Deborah Carr (Debs) said...

lane - I couldn't believe the timing, so typical. Naughty mole.

motherx - lion poo? Where on earth did you get that? Or is it a brand name.

hilary - they are rather cute aren't they. Not that my husband would agree with us.

karen - I'm certainly keeping my distance.

helenmh - It's so expensive putting these things right too. Nightmare