Broken..

.. a bit how my body feels after hours of gardening, moving heavy pots, digging and general pottering.
But it’s my place to be.
The constant seranading of the blackbird and song thrush was heaven sent.

Vic fired up his forge in the hope of making a plant support.
It was good to see him enjoying it .. till he realised that maybe a mouse had maybe nested in one of the air pipes ..had chewed another pipe ..

My poor angel however, is literally broken!
It’s the third time in as many weeks that she has suffered… very strange.