I have nothing special to report, though Facebook showed me a throwback photo of Big Granddaughter the other day. She's now 12 and quite noticeably taller than me. Our sitting room, where she is, is scarcely any different now. The glass and china on the shelves behind her have been minorly rearranged. The slippers on her feet are mine, and I'm still wearing them. They'd be too small for her now. She's a lovely child still but oh, wasn't she sweet? Sigh. 

Daughter 1's garden had become somewhat weedy and she didn't have time to do a spring (well, and last autumn) tidy, so I asked a gardener for an estimate to sort it out. He estimated £720! For two weedy flowerbeds in a smallish garden! Well, no. "Dad and I will do it," I declared robustly. 

So that's what we've been doing for the last several days. The main problem was Michaelmas daisies which had formed a thick mat and seeded prodigiously. We now think that £720 wasn't such an overestimate. But it's done! For now... .

Rule 1: Never let Michaelmas daisies seed. 

Poor old Mr Life doesn't really do gardening. He doesn't do it for me! But he loves his daughter. (Well, he loves me too...).