Yesterday I helped Steve Smith re-erect his old shed. He has taken to describing everything in his back garden as the this and that of lurv as I have a soft spot for his wife, the grumpy angel, and he likes to raise the green mist behind my eyes. He started out with a “lurv seat” then the “walk of lurv” now it’s even got to the “pumpkin patch of lurv”. Mind you, seeing the fear the grumpy angel instils in both of us after she gets home from a long days work and we’re relaxing with another drink I’m not sure “lurv” has much to do with it! The shed went up easily allowing us to “re-group” many times for tea. The worst bit was the Ninja spiders waiting to dive into my hair as we disturbed their afternoon nap. There’s something satisfying in hard work when it’s kept as a rare novelty but that all it should ever be.

Mr Smith forces back a herd of spiders trying to make an escape