This week we hosted a birthday tea for Fiona. The guest of honour didn't come though; she was laid low with 'flu. I had made sure all the pots and tools were tidied away so the garden would look it's best. Last time they came here we had cleared away some of the old conifers and laid out the two borders by the decking and conservatory but everything was in it's infancy. I was looking forward to hearing their thoughts on how the garden had changed since their last visit.
Ana immediately asked if she could see what we had done with our top room, a large converted loft. Even though I told her nothing had been done she still said, dispiritedly on her return, "It's just the same as last time". Jamie strode up the garden to check out the greenhouse contents and El arrived when we were all tucking into the food and so had no time to see anything but a plate put before her. We had a nice evening but not one of them mentioned how different it was. I have to be honest, I was disappointed that they hadn't noticed the amount of work we had done. Still, Ana left with a huge marrow so at least the garden proved it's worth in some part.
Lucky I do it for my own enjoyment with pals like that, hey?
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