Eeek

Nothing's happening to me so I thought I'd blog what's been happening to Daughter 2 in London. First she sent me this picture, yesterday, in an email with the subject "Bricks".

Then she sent me these pictures, today, in an email with the subject: "Eeek...

 .... Phew...

... Yippee!"

Now, what was all that about?

Well, she lives in London (alas) in a flat in a block next to the one pictured. But she does have a little garden. This was inherited from a neighbour who's lived in the flats for years; there are nice communal grounds but also some private fenced-off patches for some reason unknown to us... anyway, the chap, who is elderly, offered to pass on his garden to Daughter 2, who like her mother is a keen gardener. It was very neglected but she's rescued it and the first picture is of one of its flowerbeds. The beds and paths were very undefined so one day when she was passing a demolition site she noticed lots of bricks in a skip and asked if she could have some of them. The demolishers said yes, so she brought them home in a taxi. (As you do.) And then she bedded them in round her flowerbeds.

Next she ordered some gravel chips to make the paths into paths rather than earthy bits between the flowerbeds. She was a bit worried as to whether the lorry would be able to get in between the two blocks of flats to deposit them beside her garden; but it did. And she likes the gravel.

So tomorrow she's having various friends round for cake and gravel-spreading. I'm looking forward to seeing the result.

I've been singing in another concert: Haydn's Te Deum and Nelson Mass. It's wonderful music but we rehearsed the afternoon and performed this evening, which didn't give the voice much time to recover from some of those high Bs. Good fun, though.