What? Dear Reader, you don’t come to Jack for just recipes, no no, I know you, you come here for the Thimble Theatre references, see title, now, what?, seventy or eight years out of date references at that and, of course, to see what fresh hell Jack has raised. I’ve been under the weather, a stomach bug apparently, I didn’t really notice, I just felt off and angry, but a fever broke and I very sensibly…dug the garden? Oh, Jack isn’t sensible, but he is industrious. So, I’ve removed the very damaged lawn in the front garden, in preparation for a whole new look. I’m hoping for two tone stones, the wishing well shown previously as the centre piece, with a wooden border or at least some kind of border to keep the stones in place. Naturally I’ll mat the entire space, I was going to reseed, but a lawn is a hassle and it’d just get weedy again. I’ll make sure it doesn’t resemble a grave, they’re all too often stoned here.
I had no notion of how to approach this. The grass was so hard it was almost impossible to get a spade in beyond a few inches, I had to dig lines and just chip under the lawn, it rolls as you go, looks cartoonish. I tell you, Dear Reader, before my abdominal muscles were repaired I’d have had no chance of tackling something like this, if I had tried I’d have been a mess for days. As it is I’m tired and will be sore tomorrow, but I’m fine other than that. It’s amazing I managed to do so much with the back garden before my surgery. The problem with living with constant pain is that you only ever realise how bad it was after you gain some relief. I’m still coming to terms with how bad it all was. It’s getting near to the first year anniversary. Everything seems to have healed completely. There’s no swelling, even after digging and bending all day, my waist has stopped swelling as much and has reduced again. I’m ignoring the scale, if I’m building muscle it’ll make me heavier and I’ll end up worrying pointlessly, if my pants are falling them I’m fine, though I don’t want to lose much more, I’m fine as is and will make sure I’m eating plenty. The squash is getting ripe so I’ll have plenty of food photos if not new recipes in the not to distant future. Take it easy, Dear Reader.