Boo or bah
My mother is cunning. She pretty much shanghaied Rob and me into helping her and my father redo their garden before I could say boo or bah. It will be a lot of work, which will probably take place this Sunday and Monday. Rob said it should be done then, but that sounds slightly too ambitious to me.
At least we’ve all got next week off, what with Queen’s Day and Ascension Day. We’ll probably miss out on all the Queen’s Day festivities because we’ll be too busy with other stuff, but I’m not especially for our monarchy anyway.
My birthday is coming up in twelve days as well, which we’ll celebrate with a barbecue on the 4th of May. I discussed this with my darts buddies at the pub last Monday and they thought that it was perhaps slightly inappropriate, especially since we live a stone’s throw from a graveyard. Ah well. May the fire of my barbecue shine brightly up to heaven.
I will expect a grand birthday present from my parents because we’re helping them redo their garden, which we did here last year WITHOUT THEIR HELP.