Doing the garden,digging the weeds...

Alfred & Chester - in said garden.





Garden - Dogs are still there.







Well those stinky drains were a mystery.

The drains were unblocked, but the smell came back, then it went again and it has not returned since.

I have a perverse theory about a fried battery in the van.

Yesterday we did some weeding. Realising that the house will remain only semi-habitable for the next few months, we've embarked on a program of garden maintenance, in order to at laest have somewhere pleasant to live during the summer.

It's going to be a long, hot summer here in Duffield.

We've still not got all the planning permission approved, but once that happens we can move on with structural surveys and the like. Then there'll just be the minor problem of getting some money to help implement the project.

This ole credit crunch has come at the wrong time for us.

Tomorrow we're off to Bristol for a few days to look after my ancient father and then we're going to Gill and Sam's for two days before moving oin to Todmorden for the Tod walk. All of this time we'll have the dogs in tow. One of them (Alfie) attempted suicide this morning by plunging into the full and fast flowing Derwent.
He was struggling to pull himself up the bank. I was about to plunge in (up to my waist probably), when a supreme effort by the dirty brown dog fetched him up on the bank. He'd completely forgotten the incident within 30 seconds.