They’ve been through it, these strawberries. In a pot since destroyed by excited puppy, the strawberries made the treacherous move to hanging basket only to defy all the odds and grow into the most delicious strawberries Charlotte has ever eaten. Apparently. Personally, I think strawberries are crap, but there y’go.

After much work on the garden and an order of furniture, we’re finally getting to a stage that we can just sit and relax out there. Sudo’s really enjoying it as well – he can wee whenever he feels like it!

I can’t take any credit for this, but I thought it might be quite nice to monitor the progress of it all. It’s very nice.

I’d wager those dainty pinkies never weighed anchor in a storm!

I also have a woman’s arms – men don’t get infections when they accidentally stab themselves with tree branches, they get super powers. Imagine if the Spiderman were real, Peter Parker would’ve just died and they’d have to close the museum, Peter’s grandmother and grandfather would’ve killed themselves, MJ and Harry would’ve had sex on Peter’s corpse as spider babies crawled out of his nose. It would’ve been terrible. I’d have still watched.

Shamelessly stolen from Luke Lanchester. Memetastic; just how I likes ‘em.

Also conveniently itemises the contents of my lounge for any reading thieves! Hi thieves.

We’re trying to prepare the garden for some new grass. There’s a pretty big plant-bed that takes up about a third of the width of the garden for the whole length of the lawn. I’m not against plant-beds, but I’d prefer more space/less maintenance/better play environment for Sudo, so that’s what we’re doing. The bushes, trees and shrubs planted therein were quite large and well-established, and I can’t find my axe, so I’ve been bested for the day.

I need to find a decent way to remove stumps. Anyone has any ideas, hit me up.

Been trying all sorts of ways to tie my hair up with my hair. So far, this is my favourite.

Some inauspicious church on my way back from PHP Conference London 2010

Cat, pretending to be either Lego or CDs.

Next door’s house at night.

Next door’s house in the morning, whilst Charlotte’s in the shower.

What a fucking riveting life I lead.

I’ve wanted to take those top two for ages. With the shutters down, The Hub on Lower Shirley High Street looks so simple and distraction free. Problem is, I’m usually in a hurry to get to the train station when I go past at the right time.

Same with that house, really. I missed the decent opportunity – there’s way less stuff out there now than there was before, but it still looks pretty cool, I think.

Anyway, we’re now playing in the garden and he loves it. It tires him out, too, which means that we love it!