Exciting things are happening at the bottom of the garden. We are not allowed outside.
Or rather, I am but Sybil is most definitely not. Trenches are being dug, large sleepers are being lugged around and paving slabs are stacked a little too conveniently against a neighbour’s wall. Sybil cannot be trusted. Given half a chance she will either a) hop over the wall, b) get squashed or c) dig to Australia. Or all three, but in a slightly different order.
She’s grounded for the week and feeling tragic. I am busy tweaking planting plans.
Dear Charlotte
Sybil doesn’t look all that worried – in fact, she looks rather comfortable! The virginia creeper colours are beautiful and the garden plans sound really exciting.
Best wishes
Ellie
Ah but you can’t hear the theatrical sighing coming from that cushion!
That cushion looks positively regal…. as does Sybil… though with a closer look can now see the middle distance stare into the gloom and oppression, poor, poor dog.
It’s a tough life.
So, like my Ruby and Willie! Wonder what they hope to find in those holes they keep digging?!?!
Oh, tragic indeed!!! What a sad, sweet face!