And my final attempt at GoS acceptance: I tried to blot out the weeds by the back door by using two paving slabs and some gravel to block out the light. It is evident that this method was flawed and only demonstrates sheer laziness.
It has had one benefit though, since one of the slabs snapped and rocks into the dip in the crazy paving when you walk on it, it is not possible to attempt to use that entrance inaudibly - hence good security!
Hi you slovenly lot. Unexpected visitors put paid to a treasure hunt yesterday.
A quick poke around this afternoon in the pile of bricks that was once a wall in my downstairs loo (refurbished 7 years ago) revealed something of interest.
Not one, not two but six jars of stagnant water.
And down the side of the house is Hubby's wood mountain. (although that's strictly nothing to do with me so probably doesn't count)
And finally the side grid for the outside tap and dishwasher (so often has bits of indestructible sweetcorn stuck in it) accompanied by old veg rack containing rusty gate hinges, old bath taps, celebrations tub minus lid and the manky brush for washing litter trays. Paving also decorated with white gloss paint spills.
Well, that wood pile is too tidy for starters, what's the meaning of sorting it into lengths and widths? The nonsense collection by the drain is nice though. Not a lot of thought gone into that. Does it smell?
Since improving access with the addition of the paving stones, I've been able to get the mower out to the weeds thus keeping them under control. I took over the garden from a Zen Master in the art of GoS'ness, someone of whom legends could be written. Here was the pond that I'm ashamed to say I took out but in my defence, I got next doors' to do it with a mechanical digger so no work required by me, apart from making tea.
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It has had one benefit though, since one of the slabs snapped and rocks into the dip in the crazy paving when you walk on it, it is not possible to attempt to use that entrance inaudibly - hence good security!
Cloggie, you're a natural!
Using paving slabs as weed suppressants is priceless!
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Hi you slovenly lot. Unexpected visitors put paid to a treasure hunt yesterday.
A quick poke around this afternoon in the pile of bricks that was once a wall in my downstairs loo (refurbished 7 years ago) revealed something of interest.
Not one, not two but six jars of stagnant water.
And down the side of the house is Hubby's wood mountain. (although that's strictly nothing to do with me so probably doesn't count)
And finally the side grid for the outside tap and dishwasher (so often has bits of indestructible sweetcorn stuck in it) accompanied by old veg rack containing rusty gate hinges, old bath taps, celebrations tub minus lid and the manky brush for washing litter trays. Paving also decorated with white gloss paint spills.
Any better?
Well, that wood pile is too tidy for starters, what's the meaning of sorting it into lengths and widths? The nonsense collection by the drain is nice though. Not a lot of thought gone into that. Does it smell?
Lantana, if it helps one of the buckets has a rotten sponge in it from before the new car wash opened down the road.
Perhaps you could make a guy for it
He would love to have a wood pile like yours muddle
. (He probably only keeps it tidy cause of me) 
The drain doesn't smell too bad actually, must be the effect of the dishwasher detergent.
The glass jars though were honking. And guess what?
I haven't even tipped them out yet.
Blimey! You leave this place for an hour and look what happens!
Startling work boys and girls....I mean Stirling!!!
Cloggie I'm impressed that you're not going for quantity of weeds but quality!!!
Kitty a very nicely presented arrangement of hose and things.
I never fail to be impressed.
I've been lookin at this seeking inspiration. Nearly broke my b***y neck!
What's that lurking behind the leaves. Have you been putting anything in it?
Since improving access with the addition of the paving stones, I've been able to get the mower out to the weeds thus keeping them under control.
I took over the garden from a Zen Master in the art of GoS'ness, someone of whom legends could be written. Here was the pond that I'm ashamed to say I took out but in my defence, I got next doors' to do it with a mechanical digger so no work required by me, apart from making tea.