Holiday plans don't include Pond Pumps

Whoop whoop the school holidays are edging closer. Don’t forget Molly is going to practice going off for hours on end so that you have to go round in the dark with your torch, rattling Biscuits whispering loudly,,,,,,” Molly sweet pea,   Gorgeous Girly” etc etc and when you’ve done all that you find her sitting in the kitchen with that knowing grin. Big Osc sticks to you like glue and any hint of the Ironing board is sure to send him into shock,rolling upside down and looking like a seal on the beach, obviously scared stiff that his next meal might be more than a few hours off.

 

And then there’s the pond. I noticed you changing the filter sponges Friday with some success but the slowness of the flow had you in a bit of a panic this morning. Good idea to wrap the old sponges round the pump after you’d cleaned them. But no……….didn’t work. So off to the garden centre for a new all singing all dancing expensive system plus an Espresso and a sausage sandwich. Any excuse to stuff your face. Now you’re waiting on Sam to arrive to supervise you in your Waders and Pond dipping outfit. Think the shower cap might be a good plan to save your hair from all that weed.

Ok you win the best flow I've ever seen let's hope the level stays just below the tank while you're away.

Second time around.....No chance

Next time you temporarily move me in my Sprinkler and Shaker to the Garage remember mirror reflections and sunlight, can equal fire. Phew! nearly a gonna for the second time. Good job I had my sun hat on to shield the glare. Much safer indoors on my Hall shelf. At least your mum got sorted.

The pomp and circumstance to accompany a good funeral fell a bit short when the vicar delivered your mum to the grave in a carrier bag. The dug hole was a bit further forward than anticipated with only a small plank to cover it so let us hope no one decides to wander round the church yard tonight. Won't fall in but could get a nasty turn on the ankle. A few prayers with a small pot of soil for the dust to dust bit that took so long that a small snail had time to circumnavigate the plot and final fond farewells to mum. A funny sort of Saturday.

Good day of remembrance, managed to fit in snacks, early dinner in honour of the warfarin schedule, a few treats kept you going. Some black comedy on your part finishing off after reminiscing by watching the Great British Skinny Dip. Bev's comment of 'man up' was aptly timed as she fell asleep on the sofa and you were subjected to the full frontal nudism of the ambassador for Britains naturists and not a fig leaf in sight, nothing new there then. Mum would have needed her specs and you'd have had to explain what was going on. So thank goodness for small..........mercies

Let's hope my sprinkling goes off smoothly.