I have gravelled the front garden.
Its got more pebbles now than Brighton beach.
I have muscles on my muscles from all the digging and raking…three tons of gravel!
A new and shiny pot plant sits proudly on the drive and the For Sale sign that I pass each day finds me hopeful.
I might move to the depressed little town down the coast. It has fantastic victorian architecture but its heyday is done and the rot has set in (mmm…think I know how it feels!) It’s affordable though and will mean I have a quid in my pocket for a while….
Small Child is excited. She will stay at the local schools so its only the size of bedroom and garden that interests her….big on both counts.
In which case, she can bloody gravel it next time!