A boy after my own heart

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On Sunday morning Reuben asked me to run him a bath. But before I did that he asked me to do two things:

  1. Take out all the small anti-slip discs (Munchkin Grippy Dots) and wash them.
  2. Put them back in matched pairs, in the order of the rainbow which he then proceeded to tell me.

A boy after my own heart that one.

The septennial clearance of weeds from the drive

A drive free from weeds
A weed-free drive

This year Jane and I managed something we’ve not done since moving into this house over seven years ago: we weeded the entire drive. A job that took about nine hours, over four days; two of them, however, in the company of Test Match Special on BBC Radio 5 Live Sports Extra.

In the past I’ve managed to clear only a few square meters of driveway before either the rain swamped my handiwork, or babies needed to be attended to. This year, however, I had three willing little helpers who each contributed something significant to the purging of the weeds.

This is what the drive looked like when I started, a sorry sight of grass and muck between dirty paving stones:

Herringbone drive with lots of weeds and grass between the stones
Before

And roughly the same area after it had been weeded, scrubbed with a wire brush, and blasted with a power hose that a colleague of mine kindly loaned me:

A clean drive
After

The next trick is going to try to keep it this way for the next seven years.