Secret garden
This morning I was hanging out the washing, in the sunshine, with the Antistylist sniffing the grass next to me. Yes, after two years on the first floor, happiness is a washing line and good weather.
For friends overseas who want a better look at the flat I was going to put up some before and after pictures, but it turns out my after pictures look worse. Give me a weekend and I’ll get on the case. But you can’t top nature, so instead, here is the wild, mysterious and slightly foxy garden I’m going to have to tame (but not too much).
Now what you really need is something gorgeous to relax on in that fabulous wild garden while you decide how much to tame it.
Camoflage deckchairs perhaps!