It's always worrying...

When you come back from shopping to find husband waiting to greet you on the drive with the words you had better come and check what I've done....

Well... I did have to sit down (in the hut) when he showed me he had cut out and taken down a section of the ivy on the wall.... After a while I got over the shock (my garden MYYYYY GARDENNNN - image if budgies scrambling out the trees) and did the only thing a girl could do and joined in.

Em came round to join in to and we tuned into Wimbledon radio to hear Murray take the title. We burnt much of the wood n debris on the chimnea followed by the garden incinerator (on the hottest day of the year so far). Dales had to drink wine to cope with the heat.

A takeaway in the garden ensued.

Happy Wimbledon Murray.