Oh dear. It seems that the hole dug by the workmen to put in the drainage pipes was infilled with fine gravel. Each time you dig to reach the connecting point the sides capsize. So it is off to the bricolage (builders merchants) to buy further equipment for the man to use this afternoon.
It is bitterly cold so I am glad to have plenty to keep me busy inside.
I put a Christmas wreath and some foliage on the front door yesterday so it looks a little bit Christmassy. After reading the Crissy poem I felt I should do something.
I tried to put some pretty Christmas like balls and things inside but Sammi kept playing with them. I wonder what he will do if we bring in a tree?
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cool! now every one knows my poem!
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