can't tpye

I am absolutely knackered and I am typing with 2 stump-like claws. Daddy and I spent at least 3 hours turning over the earth in-between his potatoes in order to dislodge weeds before it rains next. The weeds love the rain and grow at a great rate then, of course making them harder to dislodge. I noticed that he uses carpet along the pathway and I told him that on my cycle to their house that I had spotted lots of rolled up carpet just one street down from them. Off we went with a trolley in order to carpet his pathways. I was the designated driver and chose to travel on the road rather than the path. I did look a little mad but it was also a lot quicker and quieter and the roads around there are not the mad racetracks of South London. In the end our skip raiding failed as conscientious builders (!!!!) had taken their mess way with them. After a short break for roast chicken, yum, we resumed with another 2 hours of trimming grass edges. This is a very unpleasant job. My hands are blistered claws. I met some of his mad allotment friends, whereby I was introduced as codenameelizabeth and told that the Bible blesses the childless and that I should be one of the happiest people in the word without the burden of a child. I dunno, and they call me loopy. We returned to the house where I attempted to sit down only to discover that I would fall straight to sleep, so I upset my Mummy by leaving immediately. However, although I arrived home literally dragging my tired body I somehow found the energy to sweep the front garden and to attack the ivy with a big knife. Mum’s advice, “just go mental with a knife”. It began to rain mid-task and I can only marvel at my Daddy’s timing. Bro Dom called while I was cleaving and I was sure that the Police helicopter that had suddenly started to hover over the flat was trained on the mad woman in the rain brandishing a knife in the air while plotting a crime on her mobile phone. Bro Dom is coming over Wednesday, fingers crossed, to collect my boxes and to do a reccy on the jobs in hand, which is booked I for the Saturday after that. Hurrah, like I said, every girl needs her big bro and he’s a dab hand at re-reperesenting.

Still cannot wait to have a garden though!!!!!