I just blew something up in the garden. I was pruning back a tangled mass of thorny creeping stuff that was threatening to escape from our garden and grow up the neighbour's wall, and there was a sudden flash and a noise like a muted but fairly expensive boom! and - I think something might have blown up. Or be about to blow up. But the beloved is on the phone to his mama and I don't want to unnerve him by running in all hysterical and stuff and screaming "Run! Run for your life!!". So I thought I'd just mention it here.
Stupid garden. Stupid secateurs for being so sharp. Stupid me
ETA: Awfully glad I was wearing rubbery gloves, though.
Oh, also - if you're anywhere near my garden in Sablet, France - "Run! Run for your life!!"
Stupid garden. Stupid secateurs for being so sharp. Stupid me
ETA: Awfully glad I was wearing rubbery gloves, though.
Oh, also - if you're anywhere near my garden in Sablet, France - "Run! Run for your life!!"