Today a garden visit was scheduled. The Goodleigh Horticultural Society were visiting at 7.30pm. Today torrential rain was scheduled, at 7.30pm. We prepared, as best we could in persistent drizzle, for the arrival of up to 40 keen and knowledgable souls and even had a vague plan of action. Admittedly this involved having St John’s Ambulance on standby after we had slid about the woodland paths. At lunch time a charming gentleman called to postpone, explaining that they were not in their first flush of youth and perhaps the steep terrain and inclement weather may be a trifle too much. They haven’t cancelled in 20 years. Not sure that this is something we should be proud of or not. Listening to the rain hammer down outside I think it was a wise decision.
We are very lucky at Cliffe to have friends to help us out in our most extreme girlie, pathetic moments. Today we were especially blessed when Lawnmower Man popped in to return the blade cartridge of our lawnmower after he had sharpened and adjusted it. He then gallantly showed us the way to create perfect straight lines. “Can you show us another straight line Mr LM, we cried lifting our crinolines out of the mud”. Soon it was finished. This was after he filled in the badger holes. Lawnmower Man, our hero of the week!