Sunday, Bloody Sunday

One nil to me today.
L and H had been outside, digging up a defunct flower-bed, without my assistance, I might point out. Hugh did all the work and Lindsay swanned in for the last hour and a half with a spade and a rake. On her return she lay face up on the floor. Seems she was straightening out her back. Well, I'm sorry but it looked for all the world to me as though she was in 'I'm a cute little submissive puppy' mode so I did what any self respecting hound dog would do and landed a swift left hook to show who's boss. Exit L stage left with bloody nose! (Best bit is I didn't even get told off - seems she appreciated the error of her ways).

H had a big sort-out in the shed and stuck all the spare bits of metal into one place. He has plans for bigger metal sculptures this year and has been spotted eyeing up various locations in the garden for these masterpieces. Needs more scrap, apparently. Probably be angling for a second-hand forklift before long too...

L has finished her textiles to go to the gallery next weekend - more bags and some sheepy cards. H has yet to decide which acrylics he is submitting - probably be a last-minute Should-I-shouldn't-I-is-this-one-good-enough?-Oh-I-don't-like-any-of-my-work type of decision. Ho hum. Think I'll concentrate on chewing sticks and keep my head down. There's something brewing and I have an uneasy feeling it concerns my welfare.....