I've been sticking with Sea Of Roses for the last few days, although I haven't been stitching all that much, truth be told. I've spent much of my time out in the garden. I've planted roses, margarites, a mandarin tree, tomatoes, watermelon and I have a passionfruit vine waiting to go in, but that needs a trellis erected first so Pete's going to help me with that this weekend. I'm looking forward to getting fruit from my own garden, although I doubt we'll see anything from the mandarin or the passionfruit this year. I also weeded the patio, washed down the patio set ready for the warmer weather, (and got confronted with the biggest spider you ever saw...one with big, hairy, juicy legs...blech. I'd just sat down on one of chairs for a rest, I'm just glad I didn't sit on that particular chair!) and mowed the lawns front and back....by evening I've been feeling pretty wiped out.
I've broken a tooth! Well, actually it's a tooth that has been rebuilt already and it's the 'rebuild' that broke away. It's really sharp now and making my tongue sore. Why do these things always happen at the weekend?