Ok, the title sounds somewhat depressing, but I actually thought it a funny quotation. It's from Maskerade by Terry Pratchett.
Anyway, the gardener has been and gone and has said he'll clear the garden for a lot less than we thought he'd say, so I'm getting the money out tomorrow and we should have our garden back by Sunday night! *celebrates*
What else? It's been a lovely day today, not exactly warm, but sunny. Oh, yeah, I have a date on Friday. Suggestions of what to wear - greatly appreciated.
I don't think there's anything else - oh, congratulations
forgiveninasong on the job.